the house standing by the banyan called Pramana bound Bhima sleeping unsuspectingly, and casting him into the Ganges returned to the city.  But the powerful Bhimasena the son of Kunti, possessed of mighty arms, on waking from sleep, tore his bonds and rose from the water.  It is Duryodhana, who caused venomous black-cobras to bite all over the body of Bhimasena, but that slayer of foes died not.  Awaking, the son of Kunti smashed all the serpents and with his left hand killed (the agent, viz.) the favourite charioteer of Duryodhana.  Again, while the children were asleep at Varanavata with their mother, it is he who set fire to the house intending to burn them to death.  Who is there capable of doing such an act?  It was then that the illustrious Kunti, overtaken by this calamity, and surrounded by the flames, began to cry out in terror, speaking to the children, “Alas, I am undone!  How shall we escape from this fire today!  Alas, I shall meet with destruction with my little children!” Then Bhima, possessed of mighty arms, and prowess like unto the force of the wind, comforted his illustrious mother as also his brothers, saying, “Like that king of birds, Garuda, the son of Vinata, I will spring up into the air.  We have no fear from this fire.”  And then taking his mother on his left flank, and the king in his right, and the twins on each shoulder, and Vibhatsu on his back, the mighty Vrikodara, thus taking all of them, at one leap cleared the fire and delivered his mother and brother from the conflagration.  Setting out that night with their renowned mother, they came near the forest of Hidimva.  And while fatigued and distressed, they were sleeping fast with her, a Rakshasa woman called Hidimva approached them.  Beholding the Pandavas with their mother asleep on the ground, influenced by desire she sought to have Bhimasena for her lord.  The weak one then took up Bhima’s feet on her lap to press them with her soft hands.  The mighty Bhima of immeasurable energy, of prowess that could not be baffled, then woke from sleep, and asked her, saying, “O thou of faultless features, what dost thou wish here?” Thus asked by him, the Rakshasa lady of faultless features, capable, besides, of assuming any form at will, replied unto the high-souled Bhima, saying, “Do ye speedily fly from this place!  My brother gifted with strength will come to slay ye!  Therefore speed and tarry not!” But Bhima haughtily said, “I do not fear him!  If he cometh here, I will slay him!” Hearing their converse, that vilest of cannibals came to the spot.  Of frightful form and dreadful to behold, uttering loud cries as he came, the Rakshasa said, “O Hidimva, with whom dost thou converse?  Bring him unto me, I will eat him up.  It behoveth thee to tarry not.”  But moved by compassion, the Rakshasa lady of faultless features and pure heart said nothing out of pity.  Then the man-eating monster, uttering dreadful cries, rushed at Bhima with great force.  And approaching him furiously, the