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Krishna Dwaipayana Vyasa
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 454 pages of information about Mahabharata of Krishna-Dwaipayana Vyasa Bk. 3 Pt. 1.
had vanished, through illusion!  I was then filled with wonder!  That host of Danavas then, O Bharata, of frightful visages and hair, set up a loud howl while I was waiting for it, in that fierce battle.  I then, with the object of destroying them, fixed on my bow-string the weapon capable of piercing the foes if but his sound was inaudible.  Upon this, their shouts ceased.  But those Danavas that had sent up that shout were all slain by those shafts of mine blazing as the Sun himself, and capable of striking at the perception of sound alone.  And after the shout had ceased at one place, O mighty king, another yell proceeded from another quarter.  Thitherto also I sent my shafts.  In this way, O Bharata, the Asuras began to send up yells in all the ten quarters above and across.  These were all slain by me, viz., those that were in the skies and that were invisible, with arrows of diverse forms, and celestial weapons inspired with mantras.  Then, O hero, that car of precious metals capable of going anywhere at will, bewildering my eyes, reappeared at Pragjyotisha!  And then the destroying Danavas of fierce forms suddenly drowned me with a mighty shower of rocks.  And, O thou foremost of monarchs, torrents of rocks falling upon me covered me up, and I began to grow like an ant-hill (with its summits and peaks)!  And covered along with my horses and charioteer and flagstaffs, with crags on all sides, I disappeared from sight altogether.  Then those foremost of heroes of the Vrishni race who were of my army were struck with panic, and all on a sudden began to fly in all directions.  And beholding me in that plight, O king, the heaven, the firmament, and the earth were filled with exclamation of Oh! and Alas! And then, O monarch, my friends filled with sorrow and grief began to weep and wail with heavy hearts!  And delight filled the hearts of the enemies.  And O thou who never waverest, I heard of this after I had defeated the foe!  And then wielding the thunderbolt, that favourite (weapon) of Indra, capable of riving stones, I destroyed that entire mass of crags!  But my steeds, afflicted with the weight of the stones and almost on the point of death began to tremble.  And beholding me, all my friends rejoiced again even as men rejoice on seeing the sun rise in the sky, dispersing the clouds.  And seeing my horses almost in their last gasp for breath, afflicted with that load of stones, my charioteer said unto me in words suitable to the occasion, “O thou of the Vrishni race, behold Salwa the owner of the car of precious metals sitting (yonder).  Do not disregard him!  Do thou exert thyself!  Do thou abandon thy mildness and consideration for Salwa.  Slay Salwa, O thou of mighty arms!  O Kesava, do not let him live!  O hero, O thou destroyer of those that are not thy friends (enemies), an enemy should be slain with every exertion!  Even a weak enemy who is under the feet of a man endued with strength, should not be disregarded by the latter: 
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