After telling him how brutally Kichaka had pursued and insulted her, she
appealed piteously to Bhima for protection and revenge. She said in a voice choked with
"I cannot bear this any longer. You must kill this wretch at once.
For your sake, to help you keep your promise, I serve in a menial office and even prepare
sandal paste for Virata. I have not minded it - I, which have till now served only you or
Mother Kunti, whom I love and honour.
But now, I have to serve these wretches, fearful every moment of some
disgraceful outrage. Not that I mind hard work-see my hands." And she showed her
hands, which were cracked and stained with menial tasks.
Bhima respectfully carried her hands to his face and eyes-and
speechless with sorrow and pity and love, he dried her tears. Finally he found his voice,
and said thickly:
"I care not for the promise of Yudhishthira or the advice of
Arjuna; I care not what may happen but I will do as you say. I will kill Kichaka and his
gang here and now!" and he rose.