WHEN Maareecha was struck by Raama's arrow and was about to die, he resumed his
own Raakshasa shape and cried aloud in a voice which was an exact imitation of Raama's,
"Ah Lakshmana. Ah Seeta!"
Raama now realised how the Raakshasa had
beguiled them and how be had been drawn away a long distance by the crafty
Maareecha and he was full of anxiety as to what it all could mean.
"Alas, we have been badly deceived. It
would be terrible if Lakshmana is also deceived by this cry and leaves Seeta alone to come
to my succour. It looks as though the Raakshasas have planned this ruse to carry off Seeta
and eat her. When Seeta hears what she will take as my cry of distress she is sure to
insist on Lakshmana leaving her and rushing to my help. The howling of jackals and the
behaviour of birds do portend disaster. There is trepidation in my heart and it is a
portent in itself of some danger close at hand."