This is the moment that the demon king has been waiting for. Having transformed himself into an old anchorite, he hobbles before Nang Seeda, greets the lovely lady in a quavering voice, and asks her name.  His eyes meanwhile feed on the perfection of face and form before him, the like of which he has seen nowhere in all the Three Worlds, at once inflaming his desire and strengthening his determination to make her his own.  Her voice too, as she tells him she is Seeda, the wife of Phra Ram, seems that of an angel rather than a mere mortal.

Craftily he asks her, "How is it that you, with the attributes of a goddess, live here in the wilderness?  Why, at the expression of the desire, you could be the bride of Totsagan, the King of Longka."

At these words Nang Seeda feels a deadly coldness invade her limbs, but she replies indignantly, "In the eyes of gods and men alike, the demon Tostagan is a criminal, and Phra Narai, in his incarnation as Phra Ram, is fore destined to crush him."

Even as the last word leaves her lips the anchorite vanishes, and in his place stands Totsagan, the ten-headed, the twenty-armed.  Wasting no more time, he seizes Nang Seeda and, despite her struggles and despairing cries for help, firmly grasping her slender limbs in his many hands, he lifts her into his waiting chariot and soars up high above the forest.   Held fast, weeping, overcome with fear and shame, Seeda calls on her husband for help, but her cries fall on the empty air.