Vali's body fell to earth with the suddenness of a royal standard severed of its mooring strings. As he lay still and dying on the hard earth, neither his life nor his dignity deserted him. Rama came with Lakshmana to see Vali, who wanted to behold the skilful archer who had felled him. Glowing with the brilliance of the Sun dropped down to earth Vali asked Rama, " How can you who endowed with every virtue, who are the very embodiment of dharma famed for purity, compassion and courage strike me even as I was fighting some one else? What have you gained by this? I came here disregarding Tara's warning! It comes as a surprise to me to learn that behind the mask of dharma, you are not only treacherous but also deceitful! Killing me too was wasteful for none of the Kshatriyas, Vysyas or Brahmins, eat the flesh of a monkey or wear its skin. You are an evil doer, who pretends to uphold dharma! " "How can you a Kshatriya born of a noble lineage kill anyone in stealth. You are a lowly, wicked person masquerading as a man of peace! If only you had fought me face to face I would have killed you. Why do you not use your might and strength against Ravana your enemy who deserves your wrath? If only you had commanded me I would have found Sita in a day no matter where Ravana had hidden her. Just as all those born are destined to die so will I. It is of no consequence! But slaying me deceitfully was unfair. Tell me why you did this Rama? Only think well before you answer" wounded and weary Vali fell silent gazing at Rama who stood by his side radiant as the Sun.