son answered, ’O illustrious one, it behoveth thee not to insult me thus.  Nor am I, amongst the regenerate classes, deficient in the virtues of the Kshatriya order.  The descendants of Ikshwaku in special never boast of the prowess of their arms.’  Then unto Dasaratha’s son who said so, Rama of Bhrigu’s line replied, ’A truce to all crafty speech, O king!  Take this bow.’  At this, Rama the son of Dasaratha, took in anger from the hands of Rama of Bhrigu’s line that celestial bow that had dealt death to the foremost of Kshatriyas.  And, O Bharata, the mighty hero smilingly strung that bow without the least exertion, and with its twang loud as the thunder-rattle, affrighted all creatures.  And Rama, the son of Dasaratha, then, addressing Rama of Bhrigu’s said, ’Here, I have strung this bow.  What else, O Brahmana, shall I do for thee?’ Then Rama, the son of Jamadagni, gave unto the illustrious son of Dasaratha a celestial arrow and said, ’Placing this on the bow-string, draw to thy ear, O hero!’ “Lomasa continued, ’Hearing this, Dasaratha’s son blazed up in wrath and said, ’I have heard what thou hast said, and even pardoned thee.  O son of Bhrigu’s race, thou art full of vanity.  Through the Grandsire’s grace thou hast obtained energy that is superior to that of the Kshatriyas.  And it is for this that thou insultest me.  Behold me now in my native form:  I give thee sight.’  Then Rama of Bhrigu’s race beheld in the body of Dasaratha’s son the Adityas with the Vasus, the Rudras, the Sadhyas with the Marutas, the Pitris, Hutasana, the stellar constellations and the planets, the Gandharvas, the Rakshasas, the Yakshas, the Rivers, the tirthas, those eternal Rishis identified with Brahma and called the Valkhilyas, the celestial Rishis, the Seas and Mountains, the Vedas with the Upanishads and Vashats and the sacrifices, the Samans in their living form, the Science of weapons, O Bharata, and the Clouds with rain and lightning, O Yudhishthira!  And the illustrious Vishnu then shot that shaft.  And at this the earth was filled with sounds of thunder, and burning meteors.  O Bharata, began to flash through the welkin.  And showers of dust and rain fell upon the surface of the earth.  And whirlwinds and frightful sounds convulsed everything, and the earth herself began to quake.  And shot by the hand of Rama, that shalt, confounding by its energy the other Rama, came back blazing into Rama’s hands.  And Bhargava, who had thus been deprived of his senses, regaining consciousness and life, bowed unto Rama—­that manifestation of Vishnu’s power.  And commanded by Vishnu, he proceeded to the mountains of Mahendra.  And thenceforth that great ascetic began to dwell there, in terror and shame.  And after the expiration of a year, the Pitris, beholding Rama dwelling there deprived of energy, his pride quelled, and himself sunk in affliction, said unto him, ’O son, having approached Vishnu, thy behaviour towards him was not proper.  He deserveth for aye worship and respect