“The king, hearing these her words, and remembering everything said, ’I do not remember anything.  Who art thou, O wicked woman in ascetic guise?  I do not remember having any connection with thee in respect of Dharma, Kama and Arthas.  Go or stay or do as thou pleasest.’  Thus addressed by him, the fair-coloured innocent one became abashed.  Grief deprived her of consciousness and she stood for a time like an wooden post.  Soon, however, her eyes became red like copper and her lips began to quiver.  And the glances she now and then cast upon the king seemed to burn the latter.  Her rising wrath however, and the fire of her asceticism, she extinguished within herself by an extraordinary effort.  Collecting her thoughts in a moment, her heart possessed with sorrow and rage, she thus addressed her lord in anger, looking at him, ’Knowing everything, O monarch, how canst thou, like an inferior person, thus say that thou knowest it not?  Thy heart is a witness to the truth or falsehood of this matter.  Therefore, speak truly without degrading thyself.  He who being one thing representeth himself as another thing to others, is like a thief and a robber of his own self.  Of what sin is he not capable?  Thou thinkest that thou alone hast knowledge of thy deed.  But knowest thou not that the Ancient, Omniscient one (Narayana) liveth in thy heart?  He knoweth all thy sins, and thou sinnest in His presence.  He that sins thinks that none observes him.  But he is observed by the gods and by Him also who is in every heart.  The Sun, the Moon, the Air, the Fire, the Earth, the Sky, Water, the heart, Yama, the day, the night, both twilights, and Dharma, all witness the acts of man.  Yama, the son of Surya, takes no account of the sins of him with whom Narayana the witness of all acts, is gratified.  But he with whom Narayana is not gratified is tortured for his sins by Yama.  Him who degradeth himself by representing his self falsely, the gods never bless.  Even his own soul blesseth him not.  I am a wife devoted to my husband.  I have come of my own accord, it is true.  But do not, on that account, treat me with disrespect.  I am thy wife and, therefore, deserve to be treated respectfully.  Wilt thou not treat me so, because I have come hither of my own accord?  In the presence of so many, why dost thou treat me like an ordinary woman?  I am not certainly crying in the wilderness.  Dost thou not hear me?  But if thou refuse to do what I supplicate thee for, O Dushmanta, thy head this moment shall burst into a hundred pieces!  The husband entering the womb of the wife cometh out himself in the form of the son.  Therefore is the wife called by those cognisant of the Vedas as Jaya (she of whom one is born).  And the son that is so born unto persons cognisant of the Vedic Mantras rescueth the spirits of deceased ancestors.  And because the son rescueth ancestors from the hell call Put, therefore, hath he been called by the Self-create himself as Puttra (the rescuer from Put).  By a