"My sole wish is to make good the word you gave. If I got all the wealth of
the world, but falsify your word, what joy would that be to me? I shall spend my time
happily in the forest. Where but in the forests can one find beauty or joy? Father, you
are my God. I take it that it is God that sends me to the forest. When the fourteen years
are over, you will see me again. Do not grieve.
"What profits it that I stay here a
night longer and go tomorrow? Time is made up of a succession of tomorrows and one day is
just like another. Inevitable sorrows do not become joys by postponement."
"Well then, send for the
commanders," said the King to Sumantra, "and order them to get ready the
chariots, elephants, horses and foot soldiers, to go with Raama to the forest. And along
with the army send all the necessary stores for Raama to live with the Rishis of the
forest. Let there be nothing wanting in men, money or things."