Rama
Are you indeed a true wife?
Ama
Yes.
Rama
Do you know how to die without flinching?
Ama
I do.
Rama
Then let the funeral fire be lighted for you! See, there lies the body of your husband.
Ama
Jivaji?
Rama
Yes, Jivaji. He was your husband by plighted troth. The baffled fire of the nuptial God has raged into the hungry fire of death, and the interrupted wedding shall be completed now.