numberless arrows.  Then Duhsasana, displaying great lightness of hand, cut off Prativindhya’s bow.  And then he afflicted his bowless antagonist with ten shafts.  Beholding their brother, (Prativindhya) in that plight, his brothers, all mighty car-warriors, rushed impetuously to that spot with a large force.  He then ascended the resplendent of Sutasoma.  Taking up another bow, he continued, O king, to pierce thy son.  Then many warriors on thy side, accompanied by a large force, rushed impetuously and surrounded thy son (for rescuing him).  Then commenced a fierce battle between thy troops and theirs, O Bharata, at that dreadful hour of midnight, increasing the population of Yama’s kingdom.’”

SECTION CLXIX

“Sanjaya said, ’Against Nakula who was engaged in smiting thy host, Suvala’s son (Sakuni) in wrath, rushed with great impetuosity and addressing him, said, ‘Wait!  Wait!’ Each enraged with the other and each desirous of slaying the other, those two heroes struck each other with shafts sped from their bows drawn to their fullest stretch.  Suvala’s son in that encounter displayed the same measure of skill that Nakula displayed, O king, in shooting showers of arrows.  Both pierced with arrows, O king, in that battle, they looked beautiful like a couple of porcupines with quills erect on their bodies.  The armour of each cut off by means of shafts with straight points and golden wings, and each bathed in blood, those two warriors looked resplendent in that dreadful battle like two beautiful and brilliant Kalpa trees, or like two flowering Kinsukas on the field of battle.  Indeed, O king, those two heroes in that encounter, both pierced with arrows, looked beautiful like a couple of Salmali trees with prickly thorns on them.  Casting oblique glances at each other, with eyes expanded in rage, whose corners had become red, they seemed to scorch each other by those glances.  Then thy brother-in-law, excited with wrath, and smiling the while, pierced Madri’s son in the chest with a barbed arrow of keen point.  Deeply pierced by that great bowman, viz., thy brother-in-law, Nakula sat down on the terrace of his car and swooned away.  Beholding his proud foe, that mortal enemy of his in that plight, Sakuni uttered a roar loud as that of the clouds at the end of summer.  Recovering consciousness, Nakula, the son of Pandu, once more rushed against Suvala’s son, like the Destroyer himself of wide-open mouth.  Inflamed with rage, O bull of Bharata’s race, he pierced Sakuni with sixty arrows, and more with a hundred long shafts at the centre of his chest.  He then cut off Sakuni’s bow with arrow fixed thereon, into two fragments, at the handle.  And then cutting off in a trice Sakuni’s standard, he caused it to fall down on the earth.  Piercing next Sakuni’s thigh with keen, sharp, and well-tempered shafts, Nakula, the son of Pandu, caused him to fall down on the terrace of his car, clasping his flag-staff,