animals are tired (today).  We have also been greatly mangled by Panchalas and the Pandavas.  I do not like fresh encounter with the victorious Pandavas.  Let the withdrawal of our army, therefore, be proclaimed today.  Tomorrow we will fight with the foe.’  Hearing these words of the grandsire, the Kauravas, afflicted with the fear of Ghatotkacha, and availing of the advent of night as a pretext, gladly did what the grandsire said.  And after the Kauravas had withdrawn, the Pandavas, crowned with victory uttered leonine roars, mingling them with the blare of conches and the notes of pipes.  Thus did the battle take place that day, O Bharata, between the Kurus and the Pandavas headed by Ghatotkacha.  And the Kauravas also, vanquished by the Pandavas and overcome with shame, retired to their own tents when night came.  And those mighty car-warriors, the sons of Pandu, their bodies mangled with shafts and themselves filled with (the result of) the battle, proceeded, O king, towards their encampment, with Bhimasena and Ghatotkacha, O monarch, at their head.  And filled with great joy, O king, they worshipped those heroes.  And they uttered diverse kinds of shouts which were mingled with the notes of trumpets.  And those high-souled warriors shouted making the very earth tremble therewith, and grinding as it were, O sire, the hearts of thy sons.  And it was thus that those chastisers of foes, when night came, proceeded towards their tents.  And king Duryodhana, cheerless at the death of his brothers, passed some time in thoughtfulness, overcome with grief and tears.  Then making all the arrangements for his camp according to the rules (of military science), he began to pass the hours in meditation, scorched with grief and afflicted with sorrow on account of his (slain) brothers.”

SECTION LXV

Dhritarashtra said, ’Hearing of those feats of the sons of Pandu which are incapable of being achieved by the gods themselves, my heart, O Sanjaya, is filled with fear and wonder.  Hearing also of the humiliation of my sons in every way, great hath been my anxiety as to the consequence that will ensue.  The words uttered by Vidura will, no doubt, consume my heart.  Everything that hath happened seemeth to be due to Destiny, O Sanjaya.  The combatants of the Pandava army are encountering and smiting those best of warriors having Bhishma for their head, those heroes conversant with every weapon.  What ascetic penances have been performed by the high-souled and mighty sons of Pandu, what boon hath they obtained, O son, or what science is known to them, in consequence of which, like the stars in the firmament, they are undergoing no diminution?  I cannot bear it that my army should be repeatedly slaughtered by the Pandavas.  The divine chastisement, highly severe, both fallen on me alone.  Tell me everything truly, O Sanjaya, about that for which the sons of Pandu have become unslayable and mine slayable.  I do not see the