The mother, weary and in distress, abandoned the child at birth, not caring whether the ground was clean. In such a crisis of heat, thirst, and hunger, who can be expected to hold the infant to her bosom? With death's trident upon her shoulders, on the road to execution, grave wrongs had truly been committed. What was snatched from her hands was thrust into the belly of another. Says Tuka, such was the turn of fate.