No louder than the rustling of the leaves Hanuman began his narration of the story of Rama. Ever so sweetly and gently he said, "there once lived a king, known as Dasaratha. Born of the famed dynasty of the Ikshvaku, he ruled the prosperous kingdom of Kosala. A noble king his every deed was virtuous, devoid of deceit and cruelty, famed for his courage he was the best among royal sages. To this king was born the most righteous among men and Rama was his name. A master archer, the bane of his enemies and the beloved of the world, he was the first born son of Dasaratha. Not only was he the protector of virtue, but the protector of all creatures who was the very love and life of his father. One day it came to pass that Rama commanded by his father had to leave the palace to live in the jungles of Dandaka. He was followed by his wife Sita and brother Lakshmana". Trying not to alarm Sita, Hanuman continued to quietly speak of the many incidents that had taken place. His description of events from the day of Rama's banishment to the day Sugriva despatched the vanara armies to look for Sita were vivid and precise. "Rama had also described Sita to me" Said Hanuman, "I know her form, the colour of her skin and the luminance of her face". As he had hoped Sita did hear him and looking up in wonder she beheld Hanuman, glowing like the Sun.