Death is unyielding and adamant—he is not going to give back the soul of Satyavan to Savitri. One by one he is dismissing the arguments of Savitri, that the eternal Law is all-abiding and it cannot be violated by anyone howsoever powerful he or she might be. According to him Truth is all right, but here it is only a high starry name, a splendid name and nothing more; indeed, he ridicules and maintains that no magic Truth can bring the dead to life. Therefore what Savitri is asking, or thinking, is all contrary to the nature of things operating in the world, in this mortal world, mŗtyuloka; she is cherishing a futile, an infructuous hope. She better therefore leave the dead and resign herself to live without him. But this assertion of Death, though perfectly valid at the moment, is striking at the foundation of this creation itself. But Savitri is not going to buy his argument, of the ineffectuality of her attempt, of things remaining unchanged. She was cognizing that Death was misjudging an important aspect, of a higher Power giving a new course to the whole process. He wanted Savitri to tell him, to reveal to him, if eternal Truth could at all dwell in her mortal heart; if she could draw the outline of her face, he would worship her. He wanted her to show him the body of the living Truth. He thought that it was impossible for her to do it, and therefore was safe in his position. But little did he realize who she was. No sooner than he made that proposal, Savitri stood in front of him, visible, in her almighty Goddess self. She explains to him in detail the logic of this creation, how the Truth supreme, vast and impersonal, is faultlessly shapes things here. The purpose and the process of the entire working is indicated by her, the Infinite’s intention behind the whole undertaking, its raison d’être. But it is not that Death and Savitri are engaged in a dry winding metaphysical debate; nor is it mere logomachy, word-quarrel for the sake of its own pleasure. Actually, each time they utter something, a corresponding force is released into the cosmic functioning, and it is a clash of force against a force. Savitri’s last act, the winning act, is the release of the all-conquering force that knocks off the occult base of the dark Inconscience that embodied itself in the form of fearsome Death. In it the world’s sorrowing darkness consented to Heaven-light. That is the victory Savitri has won, making Death yield to her demand of clearing the way for the march of the evolutionary soul of the earth.

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