A woman cries out, 'Husband, what shall I do? My little infant child!' She laments that death has come suddenly and wonders to whom she has been entrusted. She begs the intruders not to break down her door and threatens to break their hands and feet. One holds the old man by his beard while the other raises an axe. Just as the blow is about to fall, the old man rises and stands. Says Tuka, in the end, all these thieves are vanquished; the Name of Rama is the only true friend.