by the hand of death, was overpowered by Rama, his foe.  Then the kinsmen of Arjuna, their wrath excited against Rama, rushed at Jamadagni in his hermitage, while Rama was away.  And they slew him there; for although his strength was great, yet being at the time engaged in penances, he would not fight.  And while thus attacked by his foes, he repeatedly shouted the name of Rama in a helpless and piteous way.  And, O Yudhishthira, the sons of Kartavirya shot Jamadagni, with their arrows, and having thus chastised their foe, went their way.  And when they had gone away, and when Jamadagni had breathed his last, Rama, the delight of Bhrigu’s race, returned to the hermitage, bearing in his arms, fuel for religious rites.  And the hero beheld his father who had been put to death.  And grieved exceedingly he began to bewail the unworthy fate that had laid his father low.’”

SECTION CXVII

“’Rama said, “The blame is mine, O father, that like a stag in the wood, thou hast been shot dead with arrows, by those mean and stupid wretches—­the sons of Kartavirya.  And O father, virtuous and unswerving from the path of righteousness and inoffensive to all animated beings as thou wert, how came it to be permitted by Fate that thou shouldst die in this way?  What an awful sin must have been committed by them, who have killed thee with hundreds of sharpened shafts, although thou wert an aged man, and engaged in penances at the time and absolutely averse to fighting with them.  With what face will those shameless persons speak of this deed of theirs to their friends and servants, viz., that they have slain an unassisted and unresisting virtuous man?”—­O protector of men, thus he, great in penance, bewailed much in a piteous manner, and then performed the obsequies of his departed sire.  And Rama, the conqueror of hostile cities, cremated his father on the funeral pyre, and vowed, O scion of Bharata’s race, the slaughter of the entire military caste, and of exceeding strength in the field of battle, and possessed of valour suited to a heroic soul, and comparable to the god of death himself, he took up his weapon in wrathful mood, and singlehanded put Kartavirya’s sons to death.  And, O chieftain of the military caste, Rama, the leader of all capable of beating their foes, thrice smote down all the Kshatriya followers of Kartavirya’s sons.  And seven times did that powerful lord exterminate the military tribes of the earth.  In the tract of land, called Samantapanchaka five lakes of blood were made by him.  There the mightiest scion of Bhrigu’s race offered libations to his forefathers—­the Bhrigus, and Richika appeared to him in a visible form, and spake to him words of counsel.  Then the son of Jamadagni of dreaded name, performed a mighty sacrifice and gratified the lord of the celestials, and bestowed the earth to the ministering priests.  And, O protector of human beings, he raised an altar made of gold,