His deep manIv voice, like the sound of a trumpet or the roar of rain-bearing
clouds, filled the great hall. A roal radiance shoney from his face. His words were full
of meaning and charmed all ears.
"Like my ancestors, I have tended this
kingdom as a mother cares for her child. I have worked unremittingly for the people, Now
my body is old and infirm. I wish therefore to appoint my eldest son as Yuvaraaja and
transfer to him the burden of responsibility. Yellowing the holy custom of my forefathers,
I hope to spend the rest of my life in austerities in the forest. Raama is fully equal to
the task of kingship. He is expert in administration and statccratt and lie is unequalled
in valour. I can transfer this trust of sovereignty to him without any anxiety and I hope
that this honoured assenibly will permit me to do so." |
