We, O ascetic, have our habitation in these woods abounding in animals of all kinds.  Why dost thou, so delicate and brought up in luxury and possessed of the splendour of fire, dwell alone in such a solitary region?’ Arjuna said, ’Depending on the Gandiva and arrows blazing like fire, I live in this great forest, like a second Pavaki.  Thou hast seen how this monster—­this terrible Rakshasa—­that came hither in the form of an animal, hath been slain by me.’  The Kirata replied, ’This Rakshasa, first struck with the shot from my bow, was killed and sent to the regions of Yama by me.  He was first aimed at by me.  And it is with my shot that he has been deprived of life.  Proud of thy strength, it behoveth thee not to impute thy own fault to others.  Thou art thyself in fault, O wretch, and, therefore, shalt not escape from me with life.  Stay thou:  I will shoot at thee shafts like thunderbolts.  Strive thou also and shoot, to the best of thy power, thy arrows at me.’  Hearing these words of the Kirata, Arjuna became angry, and attacked him with arrows.  The Kirata, however, with a glad heart received all those shafts upon himself, repeatedly saying, ’Wretch, wretch, shoot thou best arrows capable of piercing into the very vitals.’  Thus addressed, Arjuna, began to shower his arrows on him.  Both of them then became angry and, engaging in fierce conflict, began to shoot at each other showers of arrows, each resembling a snake of virulent poison.  And Arjuna rained a perfect shower of arrows on the Kirata.  Sankara, however, bore that downpour on him with a cheerful heart.  But the wielder of the Pinaka, having borne that shower of arrows for a moment, stood unwounded, immovable like a hill.  Dhananjaya, beholding his arrowy shower become futile, wondered exceedingly, repeatedly saying, ’Excellent!  Excellent!  Alas, this mountaineer of delicate limbs, dwelling on the heights of the Himavat, beareth, without wavering, the shafts shot from the Gandiva!  Who is he?  Is he Rudra himself, or some other god, or a Yaksha, or an Asura?  The gods sometimes do descend on the heights of the Himavat.  Except the god who wieldeth the Pinaka, there is none rise that can bear the impetuosity of the thousands of arrows shot by me from the Gandiva.  Whether he is a god or a Yaksha, in fact, anybody except Rudra, I shall soon send him, with my shafts, to the regions of Yama.’  Thus thinking, Arjuna, with a cheerful heart, began, O king, to shoot arrows by hundreds, resembling in splendour the rays of the sun.  That downpour of shafts, however, the illustrious Creator of the worlds—­the wielder of the trident—­bore with a glad heart, like a mountain bearing a shower of rocks.  Soon, however, the arrows of Phalguna were exhausted.  And noticing this fact, Arjuna became greatly alarmed.  And the son of Pandu then began to think of the illustrious god Agni who had before, during the burning of the