two arms smeared with sandal-paste and then his head from off his trunk with a broad-headed shaft.  Possessed of great activity, he then pierced with many arrows resembling blazing flames of fire in energy, the youthful and mighty prince of the Chedis who was of the hue of the dark lotus, and despatched him to Yama’s abode with his driver and steeds.  Beholding the chief of the Malavas, the descendant of Puru, and the youthful ruler of the Chedis slain in this very sight by the son of Drona..  Bhimasena, the mighty-armed son of Pandu, became filled with rage.  The scorcher of foes then covered Drona’s son in that battle with hundreds of keen arrows resembling angry snakes of virulent poison.  Endued with mighty energy, the angry son of Drona then destroying that arrowy shower, pierced Bhimasena with sharp shafts.  The mighty-armed Bhima then, possessed of great strength, cut off with a broad-headed arrow the bow of Drona’s son and then pierced Drona’s son himself with a powerful shaft.  Throwing away that broken bow, the high-souled son of Drona took up another and pierced Bhima with his winged shafts.  Then those two, viz., Drona’s son and Bhima, both possessed of great prowess and might, began to shower their arrowy downpours like two masses of rain-charged clouds.  Gold-winged arrows, whetted on stone and engraved with Bhima’s name shrouded Drona’s son, like gathering masses of clouds shrouding the sun.  Similarly, Bhima was soon shrouded with hundreds and thousands of strong arrows shot by Drona’s son.  Though shrouded in that battle by Drona’s son, that warrior of great skill, Bhima yet felt no pain, O monarch, which seemed exceedingly wonderful.  Then the mighty-armed Bhima sped ten gold-decked arrows, of great keenness and resembling the darts of Yama himself, at his foe.  Those shafts, O sire, failing upon the shoulders of Drona’s son, quickly pierced his body, like snakes penetrating into an ant-hill.  Deeply pierced by the high-souled son of Pandu, Aswatthaman, closing his eyes, supported himself by seizing his flagstaff.  Recovering his senses within a moment, O king, Drona’s son bathed in blood, mustered all his wrath.  Forcibly struck by the high-souled son of Pandu, Aswatthaman, endued with mighty arms, rushed with great speed towards the car of Bhimasena.  And then, O Bharata, he sped at Bhimasena, from his bow drawn to its fullest stretch, a hundred arrows of fierce energy, all looking like snakes of virulent poison.  Pandu’s son Bhima also, proud of his prowess in battle, disregarding Aswatthaman’s energy, speedily showered upon him dense arrowy downpour.  Then Drona’s son, O king, cutting off Bhima’s bow by means of his arrows, and filled with rage, struck the Pandava in the chest with many keen shafts.  Incapable of brooking that feat, Bhimasena took up another bow and pierced Drona’s son in that battle with five keen shafts.  Indeed, showering upon each other their arrowy downpours like two masses of clouds at the close of summer, two warriors, with