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## Chapter Twenty-Eight
Seeing such a feat, Narada was filled with great wonder. He could not find contentment anywhere without the story of Rama. ||1||
He had heard that King Janaka, renowned throughout the world, wished to give his daughter Sita to Rama. ||2||
Upon hearing this news, he thought, "Let me see this girl, what kind of auspicious qualities does she possess, that she is destined for Rama?" ||3||
With this thought, Narada arrived at Sita's palace at a time when she was alone, holding a lotus bud near her breast, contemplating, "Is this like my beloved?" ||4||
Narada, whose heart was pure and who longed to see Sita, ascended to her palace at that moment. ||5||
Seeing Narada's form, reflected in the mirror, adorned with matted hair and a fearsome crown, Sita was overwhelmed with fear. ||6||
"Mother! Who is this coming here?" she exclaimed, her voice trembling, and rushed into her inner chambers. ||7||
Narada, filled with curiosity, followed her, but the women guarding the entrance forcefully stopped him. ||8||
While a great quarrel ensued between Narada and the women, the sound reached the men, armed with swords and bows. ||9||
"Seize him! Seize him! Who is he? Who is he?" they shouted. Seeing these men, their lips clenched, armed and ready to kill, Narada was filled with extreme fear. His body trembled violently, and his hair stood on end. Somehow, he flew up into the sky and landed on Mount Kailasa. ||10-11||
He thought, "Alas! I have been in great distress. I have escaped as if I have been reborn. Just as a bird, struck by fire, escapes from a great storm..." ||12||