Canto LXVIII. The Envoys'Speech. Three nights upon the road they passed To rest the steeds that bore them fast, And reached Ayodhyá's town at last. Then straight at Daśaratha's call They stood within the royal hall, Where,like a God,inspiring awe, The venerable king they saw. With suppliant palm to palm applied, And all their terror laid aside, They spoke to him upon the throne With modest words,in gentle tone: “Janak,Videha's king,O Sire, Has sent us hither to inquire The health of thee his friend most dear, Of all thy priests and every peer. Next Kuśik's son consenting,thus King Janak speaks,dread