Of Gods and Goddesses “Sita!” The thunder in Ravana’s voice sent the maids scurrying in all directions. “This is your last chance. Submit to being my wife, and I shall let Ram and his army of monkeys go back unharmed.” “No, mighty king, that shall never happen. Let the world see the mighty king fall on the feet of the poor prince and his army of monkeys.” “So, this is nothing more than an evil king adducting the poor helpless princess and the warrior prince coming to her rescue.” “Then what do you think all this is? Why would Ram come here with his army?” Ravana lowered his voice, “ You think I am unaware of what happens here. You need to get off the high horse young princess. Your talk about Ram defending your honor when you choose to stay here. “No, no save that false indigitation.” He continued, “ You did not accept me, nor escape back to your precious Ram when you had the opportunity. You, my dear princess, made a choice to let this war happen, not once but twice." “You—you do not know what you are talking about” Sita stammered. “Not so comfortable now, are you?” Ravana sniggered. “Yes, I know all about the offer Hanuman gave you to take you back. Yet, you sat here, watching the war unfold.” “You do not understand.” “Then explain, if you can.” Ravana unsuccessfully tried to keep the anguish from his voice. He had lost too much in this war. It would be a hollow victory if there was one. “Go on princess. Tell me why you sit here, in this quiet garden, while hundreds get slaughtered every day? They tell me you are a Goddess. You can walk out- it is a garden guarded by four middle-aged women- you could simply walk out after dinner into the arms of your loving prince.” It was a while before Sita lifted her head from her hands. Her voice was barely over a whisper. “You are right, every word you say is true. I do not need to be rescued, but Ram, he needs to slay a demon to become a God!"
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