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As the prince was suckling at his mother’s breast, he held her nipple firmly and said: “Respected Mother, do tell me about Father. If you don’t, I’ll chew off your nipple.” The Queen could not deceive her son anymore, so she said: “You are the son of King Aritthamahajanaka of Mithila. You father was slain by Prince Polajanaka. To safehuard you, Mother came to this city. The Brahmin took me in and looked after me as his younger sister.” From that moment on, even when anybody would call him ‘the widow’s offspring’, the prince would not get angry anymore.