that great car-warrior among the Vrishnis, within less than the twinkling of an eye, made Yudhishthira steedless and driverless and carless.  Thereupon, the eldest son of Pandu took up a sword and a shield.  Then he, of Madhu’s race, cut off both those weapons in that battle.  Yudhishthira then, taking up a fierce lance, equipped with a gold-decked staff, quickly sped it, in that battle, at the illustrious son of Hridika.  Hridika’s son, however, smiling the while, and displaying great lightness of hand, cut off into two fragments that lance hurled from the arms of Yudhishthira, as it coursed impetuously towards him.  He then covered the son of Dharma with a hundred arrows in that encounter.  Excited with wrath, he then cut off the latter’s coat of mail with showers of shafts.  Yudhishthira’s armour, decked with gold, cut off by Hridika’s son with his shafts, dropped down from his body, O king, like a cluster of stars dropping down from the firmament.  His armour cut off, himself deprived of car and afflicted with the shafts of Kritavarman, Dharma’s son, Yudhishthira, quickly retreated from battle.  The mighty car-warrior Kritavarman, then, having vanquished Yudhishthira, the son of Dharma, once more began to protect the wheel of Drona’s car.’”

SECTION CLXV

“Sanjaya said, ’Bhuri, O king, in that battle, resisted that foremost of car-warriors, viz., the grandson of Sini, who advanced like an elephant towards a lake full of water.  The Satyaki, excited with wrath, pierced his foe in chest with five keen shafts.  At this, the latter’s blood began to flow.  The Kuru warrior in that encounter similarly pierced with great speed the grandson of Sini, that hero difficult of defeat in battle, with ten shafts in the chest.  Those warriors, drawing their bows to their fullest stretch, and with eyes red in wrath, began, O king, to mangle each other in that combat.  The arrowy downpours of those two warriors, both, excited with rage and resembling Death himself or the sun scattering his rays, were exceedingly terrible.  Shrouding each other with shafts, each stayed before the other in that battle.  For a short while that battle proceeded equally.  Then, O king, the grandson of Sini, excited with rage and smiling the while, cut off the bow of the illustrious Kuru warrior in that battle.  Having cut off his bow, Satyaki quickly pierced him in the chest with nine keen arrows and addressing him, said, ‘Wait!  Wait!’ That scorcher of foes deeply pierced his mighty foe, quickly took up another bow and pierced the Satwata warrior in return.  Having pierced the Satwata hero with three shafts, O monarch, Bhuri, then, smiling the while, cut off his foe’s bow with a sharp and broad-headed shaft.  His bow being cut off, Satyaki, O king, maddened with rage, hurled an impetuous dart at the broad chest of Bhuri.  Pierced with that dart, Bhuri fell down from his excellent car, covered with blood, like the sun dropping down from