"But the way in which you propose to use it is not worthy of the dynasty to
which we belong. Our highest duty is to fulfil our father's word. If we fail in that, no
other achievement can make up for it."
Raama tried to console both his mother and
his brother, but Lakshmana's anger could not be easily put down. Perhaps it could have
been, if he himself-not Raama-were the sufferer. But it was Raama who was the victim of
this cruel injustice. And so Lakshmana writhed in anger like a wounded cobra. Raama took
him a part, made him sit down and tried to calm him:
"Lakshmana, are you not my other self,
my very soul in another body? Listen to me. You are courageous and strong. Control your
anger and grief on my account. Don't allow these evil spirits to possess you. |