Canto XXVIII.The Death Of Tádaká. Thus spoke the saint.Each vigorous word The noble monarch's offspring heard, And,reverent hands together laid, His answer to the hermit made: “My sire and mother bade me aye Thy word,O mighty Saint,obey So will I,O most glorious,kill This Táḍakáwho joys in ill, For such my sire's,and such thy will. To aid with mine avenging hand The Bráhmans,kine,and all the land, Obedient,heart and soul,I stand.” Thus spoke the tamer of the foe, And by the middle grasped his bow. Strongly he drew the sounding string That made the distant welkin ring. Scared by the mighty clang