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The king, whose anger was ignited by the messenger's words, was about to depart, his heart filled with rage. His anger was like a raging inferno, consuming him. He was adorned with the royal ornaments of a king, his golden armlets clanging against the ground as he walked. He roared, "Remember the words of my father! If I find that Kumar has been slain in battle, I will unleash such a terrible wrath that even Yama, the god of death, will tremble. I am not just any ordinary king, I am the lord of the mountains! I will capture him and bind him like a chained elephant. My warriors, be ready to fight alongside me! When I am angry, even gods and demons serve me. Why would he dare defy me?"
A woman, seeing the warrior's rage, said, "If you hold me in any regard, then listen to me. You are Bharat, the great king, who can terrify even Indra with your sword. You are crowned with glory.