hero always eateth much. And divide the other
half into six parts, four for these youths, one for
myself, and one for thee.’ Then the princess
hearing those instructive words of her mother-in-law
cheerfully did all that she had been directed to do.
And those heroes then all ate of the food prepared
by Krishna. Then Sahadeva, the son of Madri,
endued with great activity, spread on the ground a
bed of kusa grass. Then those heroes, each spreading
thereon his deer-skin, laid themselves down to sleep.
And those foremost of the Kuru princes lay down with
heads towards the south. And Kunti laid herself
down along the line of their heads, and Krishna along
that of their feet. And Krishna though she lay
with the sons of Pandu on that bed of kusa grass along
the line of their feet as if she were their nether
pillow, grieved not in her heart nor thought disrespectfully
of those bulls amongst the Kurus. Then those
heroes began to converse with one another. And
the conversations of those princes, each worthy to
lead an army, was exceedingly interesting they being
upon celestial cars and weapons and elephants, and
swords and arrows, and battle-axes. And the son
of the Panchala king listened (from his place of concealment)
unto all they said. And all those who were with
him beheld Krishna in that state.
“When morning came, the prince Dhristadyumna
set out from his place of concealment with great haste
in order to report to Drupada in detail all that had
happened at the potter’s abode and all that he
had heard those heroes speak amongst themselves during
the night. The king of Panchala had been sad
because he knew not the Pandavas as those who had taken
away his daughter. And the illustrious monarch
asked Dhristadyumna on his return, ’Oh, where
hath Krishna gone? Who hath taken her away?
Hath any Sudra or anybody of mean descent, or hath
a tribute-paying Vaisya by taking my daughter away,
placed his dirty foot on my head? O son, hath
that wreath of flowers been thrown away on a grave-yard?
Hath any Kshatriya of high birth, or any one of the
superior order (Brahmana) obtained my daughter?
Hath any one of mean descent, by having won Krishna,
placed his left foot on my head? I would not,
O son, grieve but feel greatly happy, if my daughter
hath been united with Partha that foremost of men!
O thou exalted one, tell me truly who hath won my
daughter today? O, are the sons of that foremost
of Kurus, Vichitravirya’s son alive? Was
it Partha (Arjuna) that took up the bow and shot the