himself, with one he cut off Bhima’s standard, and with two, his umbrella.  With the remaining four, the son of Subala pierced the four steeds of his antagonist.  Filled with rage at this, the valiant Bhima, O monarch, hurled in that battle a dart made of iron, with its staff adorned with gold.  That dart, restless as the tongue of a snake, hurled from Bhima’s arms, speedily fell upon the car of the high-souled son of Subala.  The latter then, filled with wrath, O monarch, took up that same gold-decked dart and hurled it back at Bhimasena.  Piercing through the left arm of the high-souled son of Pandu, it fell down on the earth like lightning flashed down from the sky.  At this, the Dhartarashtras, O monarch, set up a loud roar all around.  Bhima, however, could not bear that leonine roar of his foes endued with great activity.  The mighty son of Pandu then, quickly taking up another stringed bow, in a moment, O monarch, covered with shafts the soldiers of Subala’s son in that battle, who were fighting reckless of their very lives.  Having slain his four steeds, and then his driver, O king, Bhima of great prowess next cut off his antagonist’s standard with a broad-headed arrow without losing a moment.  Abandoning with speed that steedless car, Shakuni, that foremost of men, stood on the ground, with his bow ready drawn in his hands, his eyes red like blood in rage, and himself breathing heavily.  He then, O king, struck Bhima from every side with innumerable arrows.  The valiant Bhima, baffling those shafts, cut off Shakuni’s bow in rage and pierced Shakuni himself, with many keen arrows.  Deeply pierced by his powerful antagonist, that scorcher of foes, O king, fell down on the earth almost lifeless.  Then thy son, O monarch, seeing him stupefied, bore him away from battle on his car in the very sight of Bhimasena.  When that tiger among men, Shakuni was thus taken up on Duryodhana’s car, the Dhartarashtra troops, turning their faces from battle, fled away on all sides inspired with fear on that occasion of great terror due to Bhimasena.  Upon the defeat of Subala’s son, O king, by that great bowman, Bhimasena, thy son Duryodhana, filled with great fright, retreated, borne away by his fleet steeds, from regard for his maternal uncle’s life.  Beholding the king himself turn away from the battle, the troops, O Bharata, fled away, from the encounters in which each of them had been engaged.  Seeing all the Dhartarashtra troops turn away from battle and fly in all directions, Bhima rushing impetuously, fell upon them, shooting many hundreds of shafts.  Slaughtered by Bhima, the retreating Dhartarashtras, O king, approaching the spot where Karna was, once more stood for battle, surrounding him.  Endued with great might and great energy, Karna then became their refuge.  Finding Karna, O bull of Bharata’s race, thy troops became comforted and stood cheerfully, relying upon one another, like shipwrecked mariners, O tiger of men, in their distressful plight, when at last they reach an island.  They then, once more, making death itself their goal, proceeded against their foes for battle.’”