Draupadi said: "How could she be unworthy of grief whose husband is Yudhishthira? You know all my sorrows; why do you ask me? That Pratikamin then led me, under the name of a slave-woman, into the assembly, among the courtiers — that burns me, O Bharata. What king's daughter like me would go on living after enduring such heavy grief, save Draupadi, my lord? What woman would bear a second touch from the wicked Saindhava, while living in exile in the forest? Who, like me, would go on living after Kichaka struck her with his foot before the king of the Matsyas, and before the eyes of that scoundrel? Suffering from so many kinds of torment, O Bharata, you seem not to know me, Kaunteya. What is the fruit of my life? This Kichaka, the commander of King Virata, O Bharata — the king's brother-in-law, a man of utterly evil mind, a tiger among men — seeing that I live in the royal house in the guise of Sairandhri, day after day, the wicked soul, tells me: 'Become my wife.' When he, deserving death, calls me thus, O slayer of enemies, my heart bursts like a ripe fruit from time."