Rama
Soldiers, light the fire; surround the woman!
Ama
Father!
Vinayaka
Do not fear. Alas, my child, that you should ever have to call your father to save you from your mother’s hands!
Ama
Father!
Vinayaka
Come to me, my darling child! Mere vanity are these man-made laws, splashing like spray against the rock of heaven’s ordinance. Bring your son to me, and we will live together, my daughter. A father’s love, like God’s rain, does not judge but is poured forth from an abounding source.