Sītā had first held the bow with that same left hand. He bent it to tie the bowstring. As He bent it, it broke. There the seven notes rang out. Right then the musicians struck up. “He is the one worthy of Sītā,” everyone thought. At once Janaka came, bringing his daughter with him. In her hand was a garland of flowers. Janaka to Rāma: “My son! My vow and my resolve were to give my daughter in marriage to whoever bends this bow of Śiva,” he said. Rāma, in reply: “King Janaka! For this marriage I need the command of my parents. Until then I may not even look at her face,” He said. Janaka was deeply downcast. “What is this? This boy talks like this!” he thought. Then Viśvāmitra stepped in: “My son! This king has vowed to give his daughter in marriage to the one who lifts this bow of Śiva; agree,” he said. At those words Rāma said firmly once more, “Until my father comes, I will not agree at all.” Then Janaka sent his minister and had Daśaratha called. He told Rāma, “Do not wait until your parents come. Look at her at least once,” he said. Even then Rāma went on teaching about Dharma. “Until the marriage, I will not raise my eyes to look at a woman not yet my wife; she is as a mother to me. Until marriage, all are mothers,” He said, and went off to His lodging. Everyone came and told Him to look at Sītā just once. Humbly He persuaded them all: “I will keep to Dharma, but I cannot grant the wishes of individuals.” So, deciding that they must not hurry Rāma at this time, everyone kept quiet. After three days Daśaratha came from Ayodhyā with his retinue. Vasiṣṭha too came. They went to Rāma. “Rāma! Tomorrow at eight in the morning we are holding the marriage. You must agree to it,” they said. Rāma again asked them to call His father. Daśaratha came: “My son! We have all come for your marriage,” he said. Then Rāma said, “Well, since it is your command, I will surely agree.”