Ayodhydá." "My mother," replied Ráma, "I must go. Bless me, so that I might have strength enough to fulfill my father's promise."
He came out and told his beloved brother and companion, Lakshmana, all that had happened. "My dear Lakshmana," said the prince, "Remain in Ayodhyá and be a son to my poor mother." But the young prince could not suppress his feelings; tears rushed out of his eyes,—anger displayed itself on his countenance. "Brother," cried he, "Why should we allow a step-mother to do such an injustice? If brother Bharata take his wicked mother's part, I shall fight with him and make you sit on the throne." Ráma smiled and said, "Lakshmana, Bharata's mother is our mother. Bharata is as beloved to me as you. I must leave Ayodhyá to fulfill our father's promise. Remain here, be obedient to mother Kaikeyi and brother Bharata; love them as you love me." Lakshmana fell at his brother's feet, wept and entreated him to take him as his companion. "Dear brother," said he, "Do not leave me behind." Ráma was moved, he agreed to allow the young prince to accompany him.
We need not describe the meeting of Ráma with his poor mother. Oh, how happy had she been a minute before and how miserable now! He bade her adieu in tears amidst the loud lamentations
