You denied me the motherly love, which blesses all life, and now, thinking
of your other children's good, you tell me this story. If I now join the Pandavas, will
not the world proclaim that I have done so out of fear?
I have eaten the salt of Dhritarashtra's sons, won their confidence as
their champion and enjoyed all theconsideration and kindness they showed me; and now you
want me-when the battle is about to be joined-to be untrue to my salt and go over to the
Pandavas.
The sons of Dhritarashtra look on me as the ark, which will enable them
to cross the deluge of war. I have myself urged them into this war. How can I now desert
them Could there be blacker treachery and baser in gratitude'?
What in life, or beyond it, would be worth a price like that'? Mother
dear, I must dis- charge my debt-aye, with life, if necessary; otherwise, I shall be no
better than a common thief purloining my food all these years. I shall surely use all my
lowers against your sons in this coming war. I cannot deceive you. Please forgive
me."