Touched to the quick, the King even in the intensity of his anguish turned to his
wife with a humble prayer for forgiveness with clasped hands.
"Have pity on me, Kausalya," he
moaned. "You have been kind and forgiving even to strangers. Do have some compassion
on your husband who has always loved and honoured you and whose heart is broken by a
sorrow which knows no remedy!"
These piteous words and the sight of her
husband in supplication and the memory of happier hours pierced the noble queen to the
heart and she fell at his feet imploring forgiveness for unbecoming words forced out of
her by grief. |