Sometimes he would turn to Kaikeyi and say, "May you be happy in your
success! Long may you live a happy widow."
Heart-broken and empty like one returning
home from the cremation ground, he entered Kaikeyi's apartment by force of habit; then
suddenly he said, "Not here. Take me to the dwelling of Kausalya."
And so they did, and there he lay waiting
for his end.
At midnight, he said, "Kausalya, are
you there? Touch me with your hand. My sight is gone with Raama."
Poor Kausalya did her best to comfort the
King, but what comfort was there in her wounded heart to give? For as the slow
sorrow-laden hours crawled from watch to watch, the cold night seemed to her a devouring
flame, and the gentle moon fierce as the noonday sun.