son created in wrath on that occasion.  Then Arjuna, O king, invoked into existence the Brahma weapon, capable of baffling every other weapon, as ordained by the Lotus-born (Brahma) himself.  Within a moment that darkness was dispelled, cool winds began to blow, and all the points of the compass became clear and bright.  We then beheld a wonderful sight, viz., a full Akshauhini (of the Pandava troops) laid low.  Burnt by the energy of Aswatthaman’s weapon, the forms of the slain could not be distinguished.  Then those two heroic and mighty bowmen, viz., Kesava and Arjuna, freed from that darkness, were seen together, like the sun and the moon in the firmament.  Indeed, the wielder of Gandiva and Kesava were both unwounded.  Equipped with its banners and standards and steeds, with the Anukarsa unjoined; and with all the mighty weapons stored on it remaining uninjured, that car, so terrible to thy warriors, freed from that darkness, shone resplendent on the field.  And soon there arose diverse sounds of life mingled with the blare of conchs and the beat of drums, from among the Pandava troops filled with joy.  Both hosts thought that Kesava and Arjuna had perished Beholding Kesava and Arjuna, therefore (freed from darkness and the energy of that weapon) and seeing that reappear so quickly, the Pandavas were filled with joy, and the Kauravas with wonder.  Unwounded and full of cheerfulness, those two heroes blew their excellent conchs.  Indeed, seeing Partha filled with joy, thy soldiers became exceedingly melancholy.  Seeing those two high-souled ones (viz., Kesava and Arjuna), freed (from the energy of his weapon) the son of Drona became very cheerless.  For a moment he reflected, O sire, on what had happened.  And having reflected, O king, he became filled with anxiety and grief.  Breathing long and hot sighs, he became exceedingly cheerless.  Laying aside his bow, then, the son of Drona speedily alighted from his car, and saying, ’O fie, fie!  Every thing is untrue,’ he ran away from the fight.  On his way he met Vyasa, the abode of Saraswati, the compiler of the Vedas, the habitation of those scriptures, unstained by sin, and of the hue of rain-charged cloud.  Beholding him, that perpetuator of Kura’s race, standing on his way, the son of Drona with voice choked in grief, and like one exceedingly cheerless, saluted him and said, ’O sire, O sire, is this an illusion, or is it a caprice (on the part of the weapon)?  I do not know what it is.  Why, indeed, hath my weapon become fruitless?  What breach (has there been in the method of invocation)?  Or, is it something abnormal, or, is it a victory over Nature (achieved by the two Krishnas) since they are yet alive?  It seems that Time is irresistible.  Neither Asuras, nor Gandharvas, nor Pisachas, nor Rakshasas, nor Uragas, Yakshas, and birds, nor human beings, can venture to baffle this weapon shot by me.  This fiery weapon, however, having slain only one Akshauhini of troops, hath been pacified.  This exceedingly fierce weapon shot by me is capable of slaying all creatures.  For what reason then could it not slay Kesava and Arjuna, both of whom are endued with the attributes of humanity?  Asked by me, O holy one, answer me truly.  O great Muni, I desire to hear all this in detail.’