quivers do to that shaft of mine, smeared with cool sandal-paste, when it will course through the welkin?” alas, how could that warrior possessed of shoulders broad as those of the bull be slain by Arjuna?  He who, disregarding the fierce touch of the arrows shot from gandiva had addressed Krishna, saying, “Thou hast no husbands now” and glared at the Pandavas, he who, O Sanjaya, relying on the might of his own arms, had entertained no fear, for even a moment, of the Parthas with their sons and Janardana,—­he, I think, could not possibly meet with death at the hands of the very gods with Vasava at their head rushing against him in fury, what then need I say, O sire, of the Pandavas?  The person could not be seen competent to stay before the son of Adhiratha, while the latter, putting on his fences, used to touch the bowstring!  It was possible for the Earth to be destitute of the splendour of the Sun, of the Moon, or of fire, but the death of that foremost of men, who never retreated from battle, could not be possible.  That foolish child of mine, of wicked understanding, who having got Karna, as also his brother Duhshasana, for his ally, had made up his mind for the rejection of Vasudeva’s proposals, surely, that wight, beholding the slaughter of the bull-shouldered Karna and of Duhshasana, is now indulging in lamentations!  Seeing Vikartana’s son slain in single combat by Savyasaci, and the Pandavas crowned with victory, what indeed, did Duryodhana say?  Seeing Durmarshana slain in battle and Vrishasena also, and seeing his host break when slaughtered by mighty car-warriors, beholding also the kings (of his army) turn back their faces, intent on flight, and his car-warriors already fled, I think that son of mine is now indulging in lamentations!  Beholding his host dispirited, what, indeed, did the ungovernable, proud, and foolish Duryodhana, with passions not under control, say?  Having himself provoked such fierce hostility though dissuaded by all his friends what, indeed, did Duryodhana, who has suffered a great loss in battle of friends and followers, say?  Beholding his brother slain in battle by Bhimasena, and upon his blood being drunk, what indeed, did Duryodhana say?  My son had, with the ruler of the gandharvas, said, “Karna will slay Arjuna in battle!” When he saw that Karna slain, what indeed, did he say?  What, O sire, did Shakuni, the son of Subala, who had formerly been filled with joy after going through the match at dice and cheating the son of Pandu, say when he saw Karna slain?  What did that mighty car-warrior among the Satwatas, that great bowman, Kritavarma the son of Hridika, say when he saw Vaikartana slain?  Endued with youth, possessed of a handsome form, agreeable to the sight, and celebrated throughout the world, what, O Sanjaya, did Ashvatthama, the intelligent son of Drona, upon whom brahmanas and kshatriyas and vaishyas who are desirous of acquiring the science of arms wait, for protections, say when he saw Karna slain?  What did Sharadvata’s son Kripa,