Shri Rama answers Kaikeyi gladly. Bharata, dear to him as life, will have the kingdom, so fate favours him in every way today. If he refused the forest for such a cause, he should be counted first among fools. Even men who leave the wish-granting tree to serve the castor plant, or beg poison instead of nectar, would not let such a chance slip. One sorrow alone troubles him: the king lies utterly distressed, and so small a matter should not weigh so on his father. Such a steady king must be silent because Rama has done some grave wrong; he asks her, on oath, to tell the truth. The crooked mind read his simple words as crooked, as a leech moves in curves through still water.