Purananuru - Part 305

A young Brahmin walking on the tips of his toes, his waist
become as thin as a vayalai vine, came and entered
the camp by night and without halting there he said only
a few words. At that they threw away their siege ladders,
and defense-gate stakes and stripped
the bells from their elephants that had fought well in many wars.
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Pulavans
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