as ambrosia or nectar.”  Once more, Bhima of fierce deeds, his heart filled with wrath, beholding Duhshasana dead, laughed softly and said, “What more can I do to thee?  Death has rescued thee from my hands.”  They, O king, that saw Bhimasena, while he filled with joy at having quaffed the blood of his foe, was uttering those words and stalking on the field of battle, fell down in fear.  They that did not fall down at the sight, saw their weapons drop from their hands.  Many, from fear, cried out feebly and looked at Bhima with half-shut eyes.  Indeed, all those that stood around Bhima and beheld him drink the blood of Duhshasana, fled away, overwhelmed with fear, and saying unto one another, “This one is no human being!” When Bhima had assumed that form, people, beholding him quaff his enemy’s blood, fled away with Citrasena, saying unto one another, ’This Bhima must be a rakshasa!” Then the (Pancala) prince Yudhamanyu, at the head of his troops, fearlessly pursued the retreating Citrasena and pierced him with seven keen shafts, quickly sped one after another.  At this, like a trampled snake of great energy repeatedly darting out its tongue and desirous of vomiting its poison, Citrasena turned back and pierced the Pancala prince with three shafts and his driver with six.  The brave Yudhamanyu then struck off his enemy’s head with a shaft equipped with goodly wings and an exceedingly keen point and sped with great care from his bow drawn to its fullest stretch.  Upon the fall of his brother Citrasena, Karna, filled with wrath and displaying his prowess, put the Pandava host to flight, at which Nakula rushed against that warrior of immeasurable energy.  Bhima, having slain there (at the very sight of Karna) the vindictive Duhshasana, took up a little quantity of his blood, and, endued with stentorian lungs, he said these words in the hearing of all those foremost of heroes of the world, “O wretch amongst men, here I drink thy life-blood from thy throat.  Filled with joy, abuse us once more, saying ‘beast, beast’ (as thou didst before).”  And he continued, “They that danced at us then, saying, ‘beast, beast,’ even we will dance at them now, repeating their own words.  Our sleep at the palace at Pramanakoti, the administration of deadly poison to our food, the bites of black cobras, the setting fire to the house of lac, the robbing of our kingdom by gambling, our exile in the woods, the cruel seizure of Draupadi’s beautiful tresses, the strokes of shafts and weapons in battle, our miseries at home, the other kinds of sufferings we endured at Virata’s abode, all these woes borne by us through the counsels of Shakuni and Duryodhana and Radha’s son, proceeded from thee as their cause.  Through the wickedness of Dhritarashtra and his son, we have endured all these woes.  Happiness has never been ours.”  Having said these words, O king, the victorious Vrikodara, once more spoke these words unto Keshava and Arjuna.  Indeed, bathed in blood, with blood flowing from his