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they fought him, each according to his strength and prowess. Their animals being all exhausted, Partha succeeded in depriving
a large number of those warriors of their senses by means of his sharpest shafts in that battle. Then Dussala, their queen, the
daughter of Dhritarashtra, knowing that they were rendered cheerless by Arjuna, took her grandson in her arms and repaired to
Arjuna. The child was the son of Suratha (the son of Jayadratha). The brave prince proceeded to his maternal uncle on his car
for the safety of all the Saindhava warriors. The queen, arrived at the presence of Dhananjaya, began to weep in sorrow. The
puissant Dhananjaya, seeing her, cast off his bow. Abandoning his bow, Partha duly received his sister and enquired of her as
to what he could do for her. The queen replied unto him, saying,--'O chief of the Bharatas, this child is the son of thy sister's
son. He salutes thee, O Partha. Look at him, O foremost of men.' Thus addressed by her, Partha enquired after his son
(Suratha), saying--'Where is he?' Dussala then answered him, saying,--'Burning with grief on account of the slaughter of his
sire, the heroic father of this child died in great affliction of heart. Listen to me how he met with his death. 'O Dhananjaya, he
had heard before that his sire Jayadratha had been slain by thee, O sinless one. Exceedingly afflicted with grief at this, and
hearing of thy arrival here as the follower and protector of the sacrificial horse, he at once fell down and gave up his life-
breaths. Verily, deeply afflicted with grief as he was, as go on as he heard of thy arrival he gave up his life. Seeing him
prostrate on the Earth, O lord, I took his infant son with me and have come to thee, desirous of thy protection.' Having said
these words, the daughter of Dhritarashtra began to lament in deep affliction. Arjuna stood before her in great cheerlessness of
heart. His face was turned towards the Earth. The cheerless sister then said unto her brother, who was equally cheerless, these
words: 'Behold thy sister. Behold the child of thy sister's son. O perpetuator of Kuru's race, O thou that art fully conversant
with every duty, it behoveth thee to show mercy to this child, forgetting the Kuru prince (Duryodhana) and the wicked
Jayadratha. Even as that slayer of hostile heroes, Parikshit, has been born of Abhimanyu, so has this mighty-armed child, my
grandson, sprung from Suratha. Taking him with me, O chief of men, I have come to thee, desirous of the safety of all the
warriors. Do thou listen to these words of mine. This child of that wicked foe of thine hath now come to thee, O mighty-armed
hero. It behoveth thee, therefore to show mercy to this infant. O chastiser of foes, this infant seeks to gratify thee by bending
his head. He solicits thee for peace. O mighty-armed hero, be inclined to make peace. O thou that art conversant with every
duty, be thou gratified with the child whose friends and kinsmen have all been slain and who himself knows nothing of what
has happened. Do not yield to wrath. Forgetting his disreputable and cruel grandfather, who offended against thee so highly, it
behoveth thee to show thy grace towards this child.' Recollecting queen Gandhari and king Dhritarashtra, Dhananjaya, afflicted
with grief, addressed Dussala who had said so unto him, and answered her, censuring Kshatriya practices the while. 'Fie on
Duryodhana, that mean wight, covetous of kingdom and full of vanity! Alas, it was for him that all my kinsmen have been
despatched by me to the abode of Yama.' Having said so, Dhananjaya comforted his sister and became inclined to make peace.
Cheerfully he embraced her and then dismissed her, telling her to return to her palace. Dussala bade all her warriors desist from
that great battle, and worshipping Partha, she of beautiful face retraced her steps towards her abode. Having vanquished those
heroes, viz., the Saindhavas, thus, Dhananjaya began to follow that steed which roved at its will. The heroic Arjuna duly
followed that sacrificial horse even as the divine wielder of Pinaka had in days of yore followed the deer through the
firmament.[193] The steed, at its will, wandered through various realms one after another, enhancing the feats of Arjuna. In
course of time, O chief of men, the horse wandering at its pleasure, at last arrived within the dominions of the ruler of
Manipura, followed by the son of Pandu.'"

SECTION LXXIX

"Vaisampayana said, 'The ruler of Manipura, Vabhruvahana, hearing that his sire Arjuna had arrived within his dominions,
went out with humility, with a number of Brahmanas and some treasure in his van.[194] Remembering, however, the duties of
Kshatriyas, Dhananjaya of great intelligence, seeing the ruler of Manipura arrive in that guise, did not approve of it. The
righteous-souled Phalguna angrily said, 'This conduct of thine is not becoming. Thou hast certainly fallen away from Kshatriya
duties. I have come here as the protector of Yudhishthira's sacrificial horse. Why, O son, wilt thou not fight me, seeing that I
have come within thy dominions? Fie on thee, O thou of foolish understanding, fie on thee that hast fallen away from Kshatriya
duties! Fie on thee that would receive me peacefully, even though I have come here for battling with thee. In thus receiving me
peacefully thou actest like a woman. O thou of wretched understanding, if I had come to thee, leaving aside my arms, then
would this behaviour of thine have been fit, O worst of men.' Learning that these words were addressed by her husband, the
daughter of the Snake-king, viz., Ulupi unable to tolerate it, pierced through the Earth and came up to that spot.[195] She
beheld her son standing there perfectly cheerless and with face hanging down. Indeed, the prince was repeatedly rebuked by his
sire who was desirous of battle with him, O monarch. The daughter of the snake, with every limb possessed of beauty, viz.,
Ulupi, said these words consistent with righteousness and duty unto the prince who was conversant with righteousness and
duty,--'Know that I am thy mother Ulupi that am the daughter of a snake. Do thou accomplish my behest, O son, for thou
wouldst then attain to great merit. Fight thy father, this foremost one of Kuru's race, this hero that is irresistible in battle.
Without doubt, he will then be gratified with thee.' In this way was king Vabhruvahana incited against his sire by his (step)
mother. At last, endued as he was with great energy, he made up his mind, O chief of the Bharata's, to fight Dhananjaya.
Putting on his armour of bright gold and his effulgent head-gear, he ascended an excellent car which had hundreds of quivers
ready on it. That car was equipt with necessaries for battle and had steeds yoked to it that were endued with the speed of the
mind. It had excellent wheels and a strong Upashkara, and was adorned with golden ornaments of every kind. Raising his
standard which was decorated most beautifully and which bore the device of a lion in gold, the handsome prince Vabhruvahana
proceeded against his sire for battle. Coining upon the sacrificial steed which was protected by Partha, the heroic prince caused
it to be seized by persons well-versed in horse-lore. Beholding the steed seized, Dhananjaya became filled with joy. Standing
on the Earth, that hero began to resist the advance of his son who was on his car. The king afflicted the hero with repeated
showers of shafts endued with whetted points and resembling snakes of virulent poison. The battle that took, place between sire
and son was incomparable. It resembled the encounter between the deities and the Asuras of old. Each was gratified with
obtaining the other for an antagonist. Then Vabhruvahana, laughing, pierced the diadem-decked Arjuna, that foremost of men,
in the shoulder with a straight shaft. Equipt with feathers, that shaft penetrated Arjuna's body like a snake penetrating on an
anthill. Piercing the son of Kunti through, the shaft went deep into the Earth. Feeling acute pain, the intelligent Dhananjaya
rested awhile, supporting himself on his excellent bow. He stood, having recourse to his celestial energy and seemed to
outward appearance like one deprived of life. That foremost of men, then regaining consciousness, praised his son highly.
Possessed of great splendour, the son of Sakra said, 'Excellent, Excellent, O mighty-armed one, O son of Chitrangada! O son,
beholding this feat, so worthy of thee, I am highly gratified with thee. I shall now shoot these arrows at thee, O son. Stand for
fight (without running away).' Having said these words, that slayer of foes shot a shower of arrows on the prince. King
Vabhruvahana, however, with his own broad-headed shafts, cut all those arrows which were shot from Gandiva and which
resembled the thunder-bolt of Indra in splendour, some in twain and some into three parts. Then the standard, decked with gold
and resembling a golden palmyra, on the king's car was cut off by Partha with some excellent shafts of his. The son of Pandu,
laughing, next slew the king's steeds endued with large size and great speed. Descending from his car, the king inflamed with
rage, fought his sire on foot. Gratified with the prowess of his son, that foremost one of the sons of Pritha, viz., the son of the
wielder of the thunder-bolt, began to afflict him greatly. The mighty Vabhruvahana, thinking that his father was no longer able
to face him, again afflicted him with many shafts resembling snakes of virulent poison. From a spirit of boyishness he then
vigorously pierced his father in the breast with a whetted shaft equipt with excellent wings. That shaft, O king, penetrated the
body of Pandu's son and reaching his very vital caused him great pain. The delighter of the Kurus, Dhananjaya, deeply pierced
therewith by his son, then fell down in a swoon on the Earth, O king. When that hero, that bearer of the burthens of the Kuru's
fell down, the son of Chitrangada also became deprived of his senses. The latter's swoon was due to his exertions in battle as
also to his grief at seeing his sire slain. He had been pierced deeply by Arjuna with clouds of arrows. He, therefore, fell down at
the van of battle embracing the Earth. Rearing that her husband had been slain and that her son had fallen down on the Earth,
Chitrangada, in great agitation of mind, repaired to the field of battle. Her heart burning with sorrow, weeping piteously the
while, and trembling all over, the mother of the ruler of Manipura saw her slain husband."'

SECTION LXXX

"Vaisampayana said, 'That lady of eyes like lotus petals, having indulged in copious lamentations, and burning with grief, at
last lost her senses and fell down on the Earth. Regaining consciousness and seeing Ulupi, the daughter of the snake chief,
queen Chitrangada endued with celestial beauty, said unto her these words, 'Behold. O Ulupi, our ever-victorious husband slain
in battle, through thee, by my son of tender years. Art thou conversant with the practices of the respectable? Art thou a wife
devoted to thy lord? It is through thy deed that thy husband is laid low, slain in battle. If Dhananjaya hath offended against thee
in every respect, do thou forgive him I solicit thee, do thou revive that hero. O righteous lady, thou art conversant with piety.
Thou art, O blessed one, known (for thy virtues) over the three worlds. How is it that having caused thy husband to be slain by
my son, thou dost not indulge in grief? O daughter of the snake chief, I do not grieve for my slain son. I grieve for only my
husband who has received this hospitality from his son.' Having said these words unto the queenly Ulupi, the daughter of the

they fought him, each according to his strength and prowess. Their animals being all exhausted, Partha succeeded in depriving

a large number of those warriors of their senses by means of his sharpest shafts in that battle. Then Dussala, their queen, the

daughter of Dhritarashtra, knowing that they were rendered cheerless by Arjuna, took her grandson in her arms and repaired to

Arjuna. The child was the son of Suratha (the son of Jayadratha). The brave prince proceeded to his maternal uncle on his car

for the safety of all the Saindhava warriors. The queen, arrived at the presence of Dhananjaya, began to weep in sorrow. The

puissant Dhananjaya, seeing her, cast off his bow. Abandoning his bow, Partha duly received his sister and enquired of her as

to what he could do for her. The queen replied unto him, saying,--'O chief of the Bharatas, this child is the son of thy sister's

son. He salutes thee, O Partha. Look at him, O foremost of men.' Thus addressed by her, Partha enquired after his son

(Suratha), saying--'Where is he?' Dussala then answered him, saying,--'Burning with grief on account of the slaughter of his

sire, the heroic father of this child died in great affliction of heart. Listen to me how he met with his death. 'O Dhananjaya, he

had heard before that his sire Jayadratha had been slain by thee, O sinless one. Exceedingly afflicted with grief at this, and

hearing of thy arrival here as the follower and protector of the sacrificial horse, he at once fell down and gave up his life-

breaths. Verily, deeply afflicted with grief as he was, as go on as he heard of thy arrival he gave up his life. Seeing him

prostrate on the Earth, O lord, I took his infant son with me and have come to thee, desirous of thy protection.' Having said

these words, the daughter of Dhritarashtra began to lament in deep affliction. Arjuna stood before her in great cheerlessness of

heart. His face was turned towards the Earth. The cheerless sister then said unto her brother, who was equally cheerless, these

words: 'Behold thy sister. Behold the child of thy sister's son. O perpetuator of Kuru's race, O thou that art fully conversant

with every duty, it behoveth thee to show mercy to this child, forgetting the Kuru prince (Duryodhana) and the wicked

Jayadratha. Even as that slayer of hostile heroes, Parikshit, has been born of Abhimanyu, so has this mighty-armed child, my

grandson, sprung from Suratha. Taking him with me, O chief of men, I have come to thee, desirous of the safety of all the

warriors. Do thou listen to these words of mine. This child of that wicked foe of thine hath now come to thee, O mighty-armed

hero. It behoveth thee, therefore to show mercy to this infant. O chastiser of foes, this infant seeks to gratify thee by bending

his head. He solicits thee for peace. O mighty-armed hero, be inclined to make peace. O thou that art conversant with every

duty, be thou gratified with the child whose friends and kinsmen have all been slain and who himself knows nothing of what

has happened. Do not yield to wrath. Forgetting his disreputable and cruel grandfather, who offended against thee so highly, it

behoveth thee to show thy grace towards this child.' Recollecting queen Gandhari and king Dhritarashtra, Dhananjaya, afflicted

with grief, addressed Dussala who had said so unto him, and answered her, censuring Kshatriya practices the while. 'Fie on

Duryodhana, that mean wight, covetous of kingdom and full of vanity! Alas, it was for him that all my kinsmen have been

despatched by me to the abode of Yama.' Having said so, Dhananjaya comforted his sister and became inclined to make peace.

Cheerfully he embraced her and then dismissed her, telling her to return to her palace. Dussala bade all her warriors desist from

that great battle, and worshipping Partha, she of beautiful face retraced her steps towards her abode. Having vanquished those

heroes, viz., the Saindhavas, thus, Dhananjaya began to follow that steed which roved at its will. The heroic Arjuna duly

followed that sacrificial horse even as the divine wielder of Pinaka had in days of yore followed the deer through the

firmament.[193] The steed, at its will, wandered through various realms one after another, enhancing the feats of Arjuna. In

course of time, O chief of men, the horse wandering at its pleasure, at last arrived within the dominions of the ruler of

Manipura, followed by the son of Pandu.'"

SECTION LXXIX

"Vaisampayana said, 'The ruler of Manipura, Vabhruvahana, hearing that his sire Arjuna had arrived within his dominions,

went out with humility, with a number of Brahmanas and some treasure in his van.[194] Remembering, however, the duties of

Kshatriyas, Dhananjaya of great intelligence, seeing the ruler of Manipura arrive in that guise, did not approve of it. The

righteous-souled Phalguna angrily said, 'This conduct of thine is not becoming. Thou hast certainly fallen away from Kshatriya

duties. I have come here as the protector of Yudhishthira's sacrificial horse. Why, O son, wilt thou not fight me, seeing that I

have come within thy dominions? Fie on thee, O thou of foolish understanding, fie on thee that hast fallen away from Kshatriya

duties! Fie on thee that would receive me peacefully, even though I have come here for battling with thee. In thus receiving me

peacefully thou actest like a woman. O thou of wretched understanding, if I had come to thee, leaving aside my arms, then

would this behaviour of thine have been fit, O worst of men.' Learning that these words were addressed by her husband, the

daughter of the Snake-king, viz., Ulupi unable to tolerate it, pierced through the Earth and came up to that spot.[195] She

beheld her son standing there perfectly cheerless and with face hanging down. Indeed, the prince was repeatedly rebuked by his

sire who was desirous of battle with him, O monarch. The daughter of the snake, with every limb possessed of beauty, viz.,

Ulupi, said these words consistent with righteousness and duty unto the prince who was conversant with righteousness and

duty,--'Know that I am thy mother Ulupi that am the daughter of a snake. Do thou accomplish my behest, O son, for thou

wouldst then attain to great merit. Fight thy father, this foremost one of Kuru's race, this hero that is irresistible in battle.

Without doubt, he will then be gratified with thee.' In this way was king Vabhruvahana incited against his sire by his (step)

mother. At last, endued as he was with great energy, he made up his mind, O chief of the Bharata's, to fight Dhananjaya.

Putting on his armour of bright gold and his effulgent head-gear, he ascended an excellent car which had hundreds of quivers

ready on it. That car was equipt with necessaries for battle and had steeds yoked to it that were endued with the speed of the

mind. It had excellent wheels and a strong Upashkara, and was adorned with golden ornaments of every kind. Raising his

standard which was decorated most beautifully and which bore the device of a lion in gold, the handsome prince Vabhruvahana

proceeded against his sire for battle. Coining upon the sacrificial steed which was protected by Partha, the heroic prince caused

it to be seized by persons well-versed in horse-lore. Beholding the steed seized, Dhananjaya became filled with joy. Standing

on the Earth, that hero began to resist the advance of his son who was on his car. The king afflicted the hero with repeated

showers of shafts endued with whetted points and resembling snakes of virulent poison. The battle that took, place between sire

and son was incomparable. It resembled the encounter between the deities and the Asuras of old. Each was gratified with

obtaining the other for an antagonist. Then Vabhruvahana, laughing, pierced the diadem-decked Arjuna, that foremost of men,

in the shoulder with a straight shaft. Equipt with feathers, that shaft penetrated Arjuna's body like a snake penetrating on an

anthill. Piercing the son of Kunti through, the shaft went deep into the Earth. Feeling acute pain, the intelligent Dhananjaya

rested awhile, supporting himself on his excellent bow. He stood, having recourse to his celestial energy and seemed to

outward appearance like one deprived of life. That foremost of men, then regaining consciousness, praised his son highly.

Possessed of great splendour, the son of Sakra said, 'Excellent, Excellent, O mighty-armed one, O son of Chitrangada! O son,

beholding this feat, so worthy of thee, I am highly gratified with thee. I shall now shoot these arrows at thee, O son. Stand for

fight (without running away).' Having said these words, that slayer of foes shot a shower of arrows on the prince. King

Vabhruvahana, however, with his own broad-headed shafts, cut all those arrows which were shot from Gandiva and which

resembled the thunder-bolt of Indra in splendour, some in twain and some into three parts. Then the standard, decked with gold

and resembling a golden palmyra, on the king's car was cut off by Partha with some excellent shafts of his. The son of Pandu,

laughing, next slew the king's steeds endued with large size and great speed. Descending from his car, the king inflamed with

rage, fought his sire on foot. Gratified with the prowess of his son, that foremost one of the sons of Pritha, viz., the son of the

wielder of the thunder-bolt, began to afflict him greatly. The mighty Vabhruvahana, thinking that his father was no longer able

to face him, again afflicted him with many shafts resembling snakes of virulent poison. From a spirit of boyishness he then

vigorously pierced his father in the breast with a whetted shaft equipt with excellent wings. That shaft, O king, penetrated the

body of Pandu's son and reaching his very vital caused him great pain. The delighter of the Kurus, Dhananjaya, deeply pierced

therewith by his son, then fell down in a swoon on the Earth, O king. When that hero, that bearer of the burthens of the Kuru's

fell down, the son of Chitrangada also became deprived of his senses. The latter's swoon was due to his exertions in battle as

also to his grief at seeing his sire slain. He had been pierced deeply by Arjuna with clouds of arrows. He, therefore, fell down at

the van of battle embracing the Earth. Rearing that her husband had been slain and that her son had fallen down on the Earth,

Chitrangada, in great agitation of mind, repaired to the field of battle. Her heart burning with sorrow, weeping piteously the

while, and trembling all over, the mother of the ruler of Manipura saw her slain husband."'

SECTION LXXX

"Vaisampayana said, 'That lady of eyes like lotus petals, having indulged in copious lamentations, and burning with grief, at

last lost her senses and fell down on the Earth. Regaining consciousness and seeing Ulupi, the daughter of the snake chief,

queen Chitrangada endued with celestial beauty, said unto her these words, 'Behold. O Ulupi, our ever-victorious husband slain

in battle, through thee, by my son of tender years. Art thou conversant with the practices of the respectable? Art thou a wife

devoted to thy lord? It is through thy deed that thy husband is laid low, slain in battle. If Dhananjaya hath offended against thee

in every respect, do thou forgive him I solicit thee, do thou revive that hero. O righteous lady, thou art conversant with piety.

Thou art, O blessed one, known (for thy virtues) over the three worlds. How is it that having caused thy husband to be slain by

my son, thou dost not indulge in grief? O daughter of the snake chief, I do not grieve for my slain son. I grieve for only my

husband who has received this hospitality from his son.' Having said these words unto the queenly Ulupi, the daughter of the