Since Lanka burned, every rakshasa house says the clan is doomed: if the messenger was so strong, what will his master's coming bring? Hearing this from her maids, Mandodari is sorely troubled. In private she clasps Ravana's feet. My lord, give up this quarrel with Hari. Rakshasa wives miscarry at the thought of what his messenger did; if you want any good, send his wife back with your ministers. Sita has come like a frosty night on the lotus grove of your clan; unless she is returned, not even Shambhu or Brahma can save you. Rama's arrows are serpents, the rakshasas frogs; act before they are swallowed.