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So his daughters too went on showing that same devotion to Rāma.
In this way ten months went by. One day, all of a sudden, a great uproar broke out in Laṅkā. On asking what it was, she learned that the war between Rāma and Rāvaṇa had begun. Within a few days the news of Rāvaṇa's death came too. Sītā rejoiced greatly that at last she was freed from this captivity and was coming into Rāma's presence. But was she to go to Rāma, or would Rāma Himself come to her and take her? A doubt settled in her mind as to how this would happen. Meanwhile Rāma Himself sent word that Sītā was to be brought to Him. The monkeys all came there. Monkeys to begin with; their ways need no telling, do they! In their eagerness to see Mother Sītā they were leaping over one another and jumping about. Seeing Mother Sītā, they were filled with delight of heart. All together they took her to Rāma. But Rāma did not look towards her; He sat with His head bowed. He ordered those who were there to build a pyre, so that Sītā could enter the fire and prove her purity. Rāma knew that Sītā was virtuous and a great pativratā. But the world too must know it, must it not! Someone might ask, ‘How did Rāma take back Sītā, who had been ten months in Laṅkā?’ He would have to answer them, would He not! That is why He put Sītā through the ordeal of fire. Recognising this Satya, Sītā went three times round the fire and, thinking of Rāma, leapt into it. At once Agni, the god of fire, appeared: “Rāma! She is a great pativratā, a jewel among virtuous women. It is not right for You to doubt her. Please accept her,” he said, and gave Sītā back into Rāma's hands. Sītā's purity stood proved before the eyes of all. This event proclaimed to the world the proof of Sītā's Satya and the glory of her faithfulness as a wife.
Vibhīṣaṇa, Rāvaṇa's brother, brought Sītā, Rāma and Lakṣmaṇa to Ayodhyā in the Puṣpaka chariot. Śrī Rāma's coronation took place with the greatest splendour. In the reign of Rāma, all lived on in happiness and Śānti. The story of the Rāmāyaṇa is most sacred. In that age it was their own pativratā Dharma that protected women.
She who brought back to life her husband whose life had gone, Sāvitrī: was she not a wife of Bhārata? She who quenched the forest fire by the might of her Satya, Candramatī: was she not a woman of Bhārata? She who leapt into the fire-pit for the honour of a noble wife, Sītā: was she not born of the soil of Bhārata? She who in wrath burned the arrogant hunter to ashes, Damayantī: was she not a lady of Bhārata? The earth encircled by the sea of sattva is made spotless by the wifely faithfulness of Bharata's race; for the wealth of feeling it is a mighty harvest field; is it not the teacher of every land!
Pativratā Dharma is confined to the one land of Bhārata alone. It is not seen in any other country. In that age, when men saw women, they would walk on with heads bowed. But if we look now, they stand in the bazaar and talk with one another.