Steadying himself, Guha tells Sumantra to set aside grief: he is learned and knows the highest truth, and with fate against them he must be patient. With gentle words Guha seats him in the chariot almost by force. But Sumantra, slack with sorrow, cannot drive. The horses stagger like wild deer yoked to a car, stumble and turn to look back, sharp with grief. Whoever speaks the names Rama, Lakshmana or Vaidehi, they neigh and turn eagerly toward him, like a serpent robbed of its jewel. In the doha Guha, overcome at the sight, sends four trusted servants along to drive.