He gave good advice to Angada: "Sugreeva is now your king. Be loyal to him
and give him patient, affectionate service."
Like a flowering creeper embracing a forest tree felled
down by an axe, Taara lay on the ground clinging to Vaali.
Neela, as gently as he could, drew out the
dart from Vaali's chest.
Blood gushed out of the wound and spread
into a pool. Vaali's life left his body. Taara lamented loudly. "For the last time
salute your father," she bade Angada in heart-broken accents. "O my husband!
Your dear son is bowing before you. Will you not say a word to him? Alas! I am a widow and
he is an orphan."