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Warmly embracing Guha again, Rama
said: "Brother, I know how deep is your
love for me. Your wish is itself as good as
hospitality rendered. I am bound by my
vows and must refuse anything more. I
have come to dwell in the forest and not to
enjoy life as a chieftain's guest. These
horses are my dear father's favorites. Pray
feed them well. We shall be content with
simple food and rest for the night."
They lay under the tree for the night.
Guha
and
Lakshmana
kept
awake,
conversing with Sumantra.
Said Guha to Lakshmana: "Brother, do
go and rest. There is a bed made ready for
you. My men will keep careful watch.
None dare do anything in the forest
unknown
to
me.
Have
no
anxiety
regarding Rama. Do sleep."
Lakshmana replied: "How can I find
sleep, Guha? Here, lying on the bare
ground, is Sita, daughter of the great
Janaka and daughter-in-law of the great
Dasaratha.
The
great
Purushottama
himself who could subdue the three
worlds lies stretched on the grass. How
can I sleep who sees this? I wonder how
Ayodhya
is
bearing
it.
He
queens'
apartments must be loud with wailing. I
even doubt if at this moment Kausalya
and my mother are alive. My father
indeed found strength somehow to say to
Rama, 'Go to the forest,' but I doubt if he
has strength enough left to survive Rama's
actual departure. And if he has passed
away, our mothers too will have given up
their lives. And here we are, deprived
even of the privilege of doing the last
offices to the dead. In any case it is hardly
possible that our father and mothers will
be alive to greet us, when we return to
Ayodhya after our term in the forest."
Thus spoke Lakshmana in sorrow.
Guha was in tears. The night was spent in
such sad conversation.
Early
next
morning,
Rama
told
Lakshmana: "We must now cross the
river. Ask Guha to make ready a boat big
enough for crossing this broad river."
Guha ordered his men to get this done and
informed Rama.
Sumantra bowed low and stood before
Rama seeking his further commands.
Rama understood Sumantra's unuttered
grief and, laying his hand on Sumantra's
shoulders,
said:
"Sumantra,
return
to
Ayodhya with all speed and be at the side
of the King. Your duty is now to look
after him."
"O
Rama,"
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,