Maricha continued, with his tireless pleading in trying to make Ravana see reason, "Rama as a boy had mercifully spared me. Of recent happenings, I will now tell you. Listen Ravana and do not interrupt me. After my foolish escapade, undaunted and with no trace of remorse, I was back in Dandaka with two of my fellow beings. I transformed myself into a deer, with a large body and deadly fangs. I foraged through the jungles, killing the sages drinking their blood and devouring their flesh. One day I chanced upon Rama who was in ascetic garb. I also saw Sita, the beautiful daughter of Janaka and Lakshmana the powerful warrior. Full of contempt for my old enemy who had turned an ascetic I lunged towards Rama, horns lowered and with intent to gore him to death! My imprudence proved disastrous! In a flash he shot three deadly arrows, which came at us whistling like the whirling winds. I fled, but the other two fell to their fury. Though capable of relentless chase, his arrows would spare those running for their lives. Saved from the jaws of death, I ceased to be a beast and now live the life of an ascetic. I see Rama everywhere with bow in hand; to me he looks like the God of Death. In my fear I see the whole forest filled with him. I see him in my dreams, I see him in my waking moments and I see him even where he is not! Such is the terror that he has struck in me that the very sound "Ra" alarms me, for I know of what it means. If you insist on taking revenge, fight Rama. If you want peace, bear with him. If you want to see me alive, do not even think of uttering his name in my presence. Just as fish that live in a snake infested lake fall prey to Garuda, the good suffer for the deeds of the wicked .I too may have to die because of you rakshasa! Rama cannot be blamed for slaying Khara who brought ruin upon himself by his sinful actions. I caution you against your evil plan. Despite my advice if you still try to abduct Sita, you, your kinsmen and your race will meet an inevitable doom".