88Canto LXXXVIII. The Ingudí Tree.When Bharat with each friend and peer Had heard that tale so full and clear, They went together to the tree The bed which Ráma pressed to see. Then Bharat to his mothers said: “Behold the high-souled hero's bed: These tumbled heaps of grass betray Where he that night with Sítá lay: Unmeet, the heir of fortune high Thus on the cold bare earth should lie, The monarch's son, in counsel sage, Of old imperial lineage. That lion-lord whose noble bed With finest skins of deer was spread,— How can he now endure to press The bare