"O Raama," exclaimed Sumantra, "rectitude, learning and culture
seem to be of no value. You and your brother and Vaidehi are going to live in the forest.
What is going to be our lot? How are we going to fare under Kaikeyi's rule?" He now
wept like a child.
Wiping the tears from Sumantra's eyes,
Raama said: "Our family has known no nobler friend than you. It will be your task to
console my father. His heart is river by grief. What ever his commands carry them out
dutifully. Do not ask your self whether he wants a thing for himself or with a view to
pleasing Kaikeyi. Avoid giving him any pain of mind. Have no anxiety about us.
"You should say this on my behalf to
my aged father who is stricken with a grief he never knew before. Clasp his feet as you
have seen me do, and assure him from me that none of us -not I nor Lakshmana, nor
Seeta-feel injured or sorry at having been sent away from Ayodhya. |