Having taken leave of Sutikshna, Rama continued his journey. A while later Sita spoke to him gently, "Rama you are a great warrior beyond compare. In valor you have no equal. The rishi-dharma that you now follow is very subtle and many are the shades of its interpretation. Though clarified in no uncertain terms it is yet difficult to comprehend. Only a Kshatriya king devoid of all ego and desire can achieve it. "In this world of men, threefold are the evils born of desire, the first being falsehood. Greater than that is the sin of coveting the wife of another. Worse than these two is picking up unwarranted enmity and hurting someone who had never meant any offence. The noble burden of truth and dharma can only be borne by the likes of you who have conquered and controlled the senses. The third evil befits only those that are unlettered and ignorant". Sita hesitated, but Rama lovingly smiled suggesting that he would listen to whatever she had to say. Softly and gently like the whispering wind, Sita voiced her concern, "My Lord the third sin which renders men hostile to one another without cause, threatens to taint you. In your zeal to protect the inhabitants of the forest, you have vowed to slay the rakshasas who have not harmed you in any way. Will the might of your bow prove to be the cause of our sorrow in future? I am afraid of the possible consequences and I do not want you to go any further into these jungles. My fear is that the moment you see a rakshasa, the urge to kill will arise in you. Just as fire fed by wood erupts into a blaze, the warrior spirit of a Kshatriya rages when armed with a bow! Long ago deep in the tranquil depths of a forest lived an ascetic famed for his piety and penance. One day Indra came in the guise of a warrior with intent to disturb and destroy that penance. He gave the ascetic a deadly sword for safekeeping. Immersed in protecting that sword, he never lost sight of it. Constantly carrying and thinking of it, the foolish ascetic not only neglected his penance but also lost its powers. A victim of his unruly senses and a prey to violent warlike feelings, he fell into hell. The proximity of weaponry like the touch of fire is destructive. It disturbs me to see you go on rampage to destroy the demons. Unless provoked, it is not proper to kill anyone, even if he were a rakshasa. The world does not take kindly to those that strike without cause. I am not preaching dharma, but my love for you gives me the privilege to ask you, if you have done right .You have donned the garb of an ascetic and are obliged to live in accordance with its dignity. When we return to Ayodhya, you are free to practice your Kshatriya dharma. It is the duty of warriors to protect those in peril. But bearing of arms is unrighteous and opposed to the ascetic way of life. Dharma is the source of all the four arthas, for it gives happiness and peace. The world rests on the essence of dharma and man gains all that he wants, by practicing it. By the complete negation of self, the saints acquire sublime serenity. Peace is not born of pleasure. Fulfill your vows in solitude. My weakness prompts me to speak like this, would I otherwise dare instruct you, an embodiment of dharma, about the execution of duties. Consult with Lakshmana, and do what you consider is good".