Kaikeyi gives no answer; harsh with fury she glares at the women like a hungry tigress at deer. Seeing the sickness past cure, they leave her, calling her dull-witted and luckless. So the city laments and heaps curses on the wrongdoer, sighing like people in a raging fever: what hope of life is there without Rama? They suffer like fish when the water dries up. Amid this grief Shri Rama goes to his mother. His face is bright and his heart four times as eager, for the fear that the king might hold him back is gone. Like a young elephant freed from its tethering post, he finds the kingdom's bond loosed, and hearing of the forest his joy grows.