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pledges. Strong as he is in people's love
and in his peerless prowess, he may
disregard my promise, and stand on his
own rights. But I cannot conceive his
doing so, for my slightest wish has always
been sacred to him. Yet, if by some
chance he did so, it would save the
situation."
In the confusion and anguish of his
heart, the old King consoled himself with
such false hopes, forgetting that Rama
would never think of disregarding his
father's promise and that filial obedience
was a fundamental rule of his life.
But the false hopes did not persist long.
He felt that his death was near. In this
agonising conflict of duties, death would
be a relief, and save him from the
disruption and sorrows to come.
As death drew near, his mind recalled
past events. He remembered a great sin
committed by him in youth. He felt that he
was now reaping what he then sowed: "I
killed the Rishi's son and brought grief to
his aged parents. How could this sin be
wiped off except by my suffering the
anguish of losing a dear son?" Thus
Dasaratha resigned himself to his fate as a
just retribution for the wrong he had once
done.
He concluded that be had no alternative
but to fulfil his word to his cruel wife and
left the ordering of things entirely to
Kaikeyi.
Day dawned. The hour fixed for the
coronation
was
approaching.
The
procession of Vasishtha and his disciples
carrying the golden vessels containing the
waters of holy rivers was coming towards
the palace.
The great street was decorated and was
crowded with eager men and women.
They rejoiced to see Vasishtha and his
disciples march to the palace with the holy
waters,
and
the
paraphernalia
of
installation. As they saw the honey, curds,
clarified butter, fried rice, sacred grass,
flowers, maidens, elephants, horses and
chariots, the white umbrella, the bull, the
horse and the tiger-skin seat moving to the
accompaniment
of
music
from
many
instruments, the people made loud and
jubilant acclamations which filled the air.
Vasishtha, approaching the palace gate,
saw Sumantra and said to him: "Pray, go
in at once and inform the King that the
people are waiting and all preparations are
complete."
Sumantra approached the King's bed-
chamber and chanting the morning hymn,
conveyed
Vasishtha's
message.
"Oh
King," he said, "arise from slumber to the
hymn of your charioteer as the king of the
gods does to Matali's waking songs. May
all the gods be gracious unto you. The
elders, generals, and chief citizens are
waiting for your darshan. The goddess of
night has withdrawn. The day's work
awaits your ordering. Oh King of kings,
be pleased to rise. Holy Vasishtha and his
men are waiting."
At
that
moment
the
Ki
ng
was
speechless with agony, but Kaikeyi boldly
answered for him and told Sumantra: "The
King spent the night talking of Rama's
coronation and had no sleep. So now he is
in a slumber. Go at once and bring Rama."