such a feat, O king, the ruler of the Madras speedily mounted on the splendid car of Kritavarman.  And beholding his brother Uttara slain and seeing Salya staying with Kritavarman, Virata’s son Sweta blazed up in wrath, like fire (blazing up) with clarified butter.  And that mighty warrior, stretching his large bow that resembled the bow of Sakra himself, rushed with the desire of slaying Salya the ruler of the Madras.  Surrounded on all sides with a mighty division of cars, he advanced towards Salya’s car pouring an arrowy shower.  And beholding him rush to the fight with prowess equal to that of an infuriate elephant, seven car-warriors of thy side surrounded him on all sides, desirous of protecting the ruler of Madras who seemed to be already within the jaws of Death.  And those seven warriors were Vrihadvala the ruler of the Kosalas, and Jayatsena of Magadha, and Rukmaratha, O king, who was the valourous son of Salya, and Vinda and Anuvinda of Avanti, and Sudakshina the king of the Kamvojas, and Jayadratha, the ruler of the Sindhus and the kinsman of Vrihadkshatra.  And the stretched bows of those high-souled warriors, decorated with diverse colours, looked like the lightning’s flashes in the clouds.  And they all poured on Sweta’s head ceaseless showers of arrows like the clouds tossed by the wind dropping rain on the mountain breast on the expiry of summer.  That mighty bowman and commander of the forces, enraged at this, with seven broad-headed arrows of great impetuosity, struck their bows, and then continued to grind them.  And those bows we saw were cut off, O Bharata, and thereupon they all took up, within half the time taken up in a wink of the eye, other bows.  And they then shot at Sweta seven arrows.  And once again that mighty-armed warrior of immeasurable soul, with seven fleet shafts, cut off those (other) bows of these bowmen.  Those warriors then, whose large bows had been cut off, those mighty car-warriors swelling (with rage), grasping (seven) darts, set up a loud shout.  And, O chief of the Bharatas, they hurled those seven darts at Sweta’s car.  And those blazing darts which coursed (through the air) like large meteors, with the sound of thunder, were all cut off, before they could reach him, that warrior conversant with mighty weapons, by means of seven broad-headed arrows.  Then taking up an arrow capable of penetrating into every part of the body, he shot it, O chief of the Bharatas, at Rukmaratha.  And that mighty arrow, surpassing (the force of) the thunder-bolt, penetrated into the latter’s body.  Then, O king, forcibly struck by that arrow, Rukmaratha sat down on the terrace of his car and fell into a deadly swoon.  His charioteer then, without betraying any fear, bore him away, senseless and in a swoon, in the very sight of all.  Then taking up six other (arrows) adorned with gold, the mighty-armed Sweta cut off the standard-tops of his six adversaries.  And that chastiser of foes then, piercing their steeds and charioteers also, and covering those six warriors