He took our army, our vehicles and transport animals, and our country and wealth. He killed my mother and father. This is my chance to take revenge.’ And he drew his sword from its scabbard. He then thought, ‘At the time of his death, my father said to me, “My dear Dīghāvu, see neither long nor short. For hatred never ends through hatred; hatred only ends through love.” It wouldn’t be right for me to ignore my father’s advice.’ And he returned the sword to its scabbard. A second and a third time he had the same thoughts, and each time he ended up returning the sword to its scabbard. Just then King Brahmadatta suddenly got up, frightened and alarmed.