Kaikeyi, who bad looked upon Raama as her own son, was enmeshed in Manthara's
arguments and became helpless.
"Indeed, I am afraid," she said.
"Tell me what we should do. Am I to be a servant to Kausalya? Never, Bharata must be
crowned. You are quite right. And Raama must be sent to forest. But how shall we get all
this done? Tell me. You are clever and know the way."
And she clung to Manthara. In Kaikeyi's
eyes at that time Manthara's crooked frame appeared handsome. This is not a joke; it is a
subtle psychological phenomenon,
"This is indeed strange,
Kaikeyi," said Manthara. "Is it for me to tell you bow this could be brought
about? Have you really forgotten? Or, are you only pretending? But if you want me to say
it, I shall do so. Listen."
And then she paused. Kaikeyi, all
impatient, cried: "Tell me, tell me. Somehow Bharata must be crowned and Raama's
coronation must be stopped."