five hundred brave mountaineers fighting in the van of the Sindhu army.  And in that encounter, the king himself slew in the twinkling of an eye, a hundred of the best warriors of the Sauviras.  And Nakula too, sword in hand, jumping out of his chariot, scattered in a moment, like a tiller sowing seeds, the heads of the combatants fighting in the rear.  And Sahadeva from his chariot began to fell with his iron shafts, many warriors fighting on elephants, like birds dropped from the boughs of a tree.  Then the king of Trigartas, bow in hand descending from his great chariot, killed the four steeds of the king with his mace.  But Kunti’s son, king Yudhishthira the just, seeing the foe approach so near, and fighting on foot, pierced his breast with a crescent-shaped arrow.  And that hero, thus wounded in the breast began to vomit blood, and fell down upon the ground besides Pritha’s son, like an uprooted tree.  And king Yudhishthira the just, whose steeds had been slain taking this opportunity, descended with Indrasena from his chariot and mounted that of Sahadeva.  And the two warriors, Kshemankara and Mahamuksha, singling out Nakula, began to pour on him from both sides a perfect shower of keen-edged arrows.  The son of Madri, however, succeeded in slaying, with a couple of long shafts, both those warriors who had been pouring on him an arrowy shower—­like clouds in the rainy season.  Suratha, the king of Trigartas, well-versed in elephant-charges, approaching the front of Nakula’s chariot, caused it to be dragged by the elephant he rode.  But Nakula, little daunted at this, leaped out of his chariot, and securing a point of vantage, stood shield and sword in hand, immovable as a hill.  Thereupon Suratha, wishing to slay Nakula at once, urged towards him his huge and infuriate elephant with trunk upraised.  But when the beast came near, Nakula with his sword severed from his head both trunk and tusks.  And that mail-clad elephant, uttering a frightful roar, fell headlong upon the ground, crushing its riders by the fall.  And having achieved this daring feat, the heroic son of Madri, getting up on Bhimasena’s car, obtained a little rest.  And Bhima too, seeing prince Kotikakhya rush to the encounter, cut off the head of his charioteer with a horse-shoe arrow.  That prince did not even perceive that his driver was killed by his strong-armed adversary, and his horses, no longer restrained by a driver, ran about on the battle-field in all directions.  And seeing that prince without a driver turn his back, that foremost of smiters, Bhima the son of Pandu, went up to him and slew him with a bearded dart.  And Dhananjaya also cut off with his sharp crescent-shaped arrows, the heads, as well as the bows of all the twelve Sauvira heroes.  And the great warrior killed in battle, with the arrow, the leaders of the Ikshwakus and the hosts of Sivis and Trigartas and Saindhavas.  And a great many elephants with their colours, and chariots with standards, were seen to fall by the hand of Arjuna.