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## The Forty-First Chapter
In the midst of diverse, fragrant, flower-laden lands, adorned with arbors of creepers, and inhabited by happy deer, Rama and Lakshmana, accompanied by Sita, arrived, their bodies completely cleansed by divine means.
Rama, playfully, would pluck a tender leaf, resembling a mung bean, and, making it into an ear ornament, would say, "This will be nice," and place it in Sita's ear. Sometimes, they would seat Sita on a creeper hanging from a tree, and, standing on either side, would swing her gently.
At times, they would sit beneath a dense canopy of leaves, and entertain her with captivating stories. Sita would point out the beauty of a creeper, a Palasha tree, or a flowering vine, exclaiming, "Look at this beautiful creeper! Look at this beautiful Palasha tree! Look at this beautiful vine!"
Sometimes, swarms of bees, attracted by the fragrance of flowers, would harass Sita, and the brothers would protect her with great difficulty.
Like gods wandering in celestial forests, these two, blessed with auspicious deeds, slowly strolled through diverse forests, accompanied by Sita. With their gaze fixed on lands suitable for various people, they reached the city of Vanshasthaladyuti.
Though a long time had passed for these virtuous souls, traveling with Sita, that vast period did not bring them even a speck of sorrow.
At the edge of the city, they saw the mountain Vanshadhara, covered with a dense thicket of bamboo, as if it had risen from the earth, its lofty peaks eternally adorned with the glow of twilight, and its waterfalls, like laughing swans, scattering their spray.
Seeing the people fleeing the city, Rama asked, "Why is there such great fear?"