The king grieves silently, and seeing it the evil-minded queen grows angry. Is Bharata not your son? Did you buy me at a price? If my words strike you like arrows, why did you not speak with care? Answer: yes or no. You are the keeper of truth in the Raghu line. You promised the boons; now do not give them, abandon truth and take the world's disgrace. You praised truth and offered boons, thinking I would ask for a handful of parched grain! Shibi, Dadhichi and Bali gave up body and wealth to keep their word. Kaikeyi's bitter words are like salt on a burn. Holding firm, the upholder of dharma opens his eyes, beats his head, and sighs: she has struck me in a mortal place.