Then king Duryodhana, in that encounter, O sire, with a broad-headed arrow whetted on stone, cut in twain the bow of the virtuous monarch.  Filled with rage, Yudhishthira could not brook that insult.  Casting aside his broken bow, with eyes red in wrath, Dharma’s son took up another bow at the head of his forces, and then cut off Duryodhana’s standard and bow.  Duryodhana then, taking up another bow, pierced the son of Pandu.  Filled with rage, they continued to shoot showers of shafts at each other.  Desirous of vanquishing each other, they resembled a pair of angry lions.  They struck each other in that battle like a couple of roaring bulls.  Those mighty car-warriors continued to career, expecting to find each other’s lapses.  Then wounded with shafts sped from bows drawn to their fullest stretch the two warriors, O king, looked resplendent like flowering Kinsukas.  They then, O king, repeatedly uttered leonine roars.  Those two rulers of men, in that dreadful battle, also made loud sounds with their palms and caused their bows to twang loudly.  And they blew their conchs too with great force.  And they afflicted each other very much.  Then king Yudhishthira, filled with rage, struck thy son in the chest with three irresistible shafts endued with force of thunder.  Him, however, thy royal son quickly pierced, in return, with five keen shafts winged with gold and whetted on stone.  Then king Duryodhana, O Bharata, hurled a dart capable of slaying everybody, exceedingly keen, and resembling a large blazing brand.  As it advanced, king Yudhishthira the just, with sharp shafts, speedily cut it off into three fragments, and then pierced Duryodhana also with five arrows.  Equipped with golden staff, and producing a loud whizz, that dart then fell down, and while falling, looked resplendent like a large brand with blazing flames.  Beholding the dart baffled, thy son, O monarch, struck Yudhishthira with nine sharp and keen-pointed arrows.  Pierced deeply by his mighty foe, that scorcher of foes quickly took up an arrow for aiming it at Duryodhana.  The mighty Yudhishthira then placed that arrow on his bow-string.  Filled with rage and possessed of great valour, the son of Pandu then shot it at his foe.  That arrow, striking thy son, that mighty car-warrior, stupefied him and then (passing through his body) entered the Earth.  Then Duryodhana, filled with wrath, uplifting a mace of great impetuosity, rushed at king Yudhishthira the just, for ending the hostilities (that raged between the Kurus and the Pandus).  Beholding him armed with that uplifted mace and resembling Yama himself with his bludgeon, king Yudhishthira the just hurled at thy son a mighty dart blazing with splendour, endued with great impetuosity, and looking like a large blazing brand.  Deeply pierced in the chest by that dart as he stood on his car, the Kuru prince, deeply pained, fell down and swooned away.  Then Bhima, recollecting his own vow, addressed Yudhishthira, saying, “This one should not be slain by thee,