Thus arguing with her in numberless way the king dropped on the ground crying
Why do you bring ruin to all,
But a pastmaster in wiles the queen did not utter a word as though busy performing magical rites in a crematorium to acquire control over ghosts,
Stricken with grief the King repeated the word Rama Again and Again and felt miserable like a bird that has been shorn of its wings,
May Lord bless all,
Thanks Please