In those days as now it was hard for a son to prove that he knew nothing of a
scheme carried out by his mother for his benefit. Bharata could only swear his innocence
again and again, He cared nothing for kingdom or wealth or power and it was a terrible
torment to him that Kausalya should think him capable of greed for them at the expense of
his brother. Indeed such a thought was hardly less cruel and unjust than Raama's exile! He
could never accept the crown which was his beloved brother's birthright.
His passionate sincerity convinced Kausalya
of the injustice of her suspicions, and her heart went out to him. 'Tenderly she raised
him from the ground and took his head on her lap and caressed him as though he were Raama
himself.
"My dear son, my grief is doubled by
seeing the pain raging in your innocent heart. What shall we do child? We are the
playthings of fate. May the reward of goodness come to you in this world and the
next!" |
