unto Rudra or Upendra in prowess, became filled with rage.  With one shaft he cut off the standard of Anjanaparvan.  With two others, his two drivers, and with three others, his Trivenuka.  And he cut off the Rakshasa’s bow with one arrow, and his four steeds with four other arrows, Made carless, Anjanaparvan took up a scimitar.  With another keen shaft, Aswatthaman cut off in two fragments that scimitar, decked with golden stars, in the Rakshasa’s hand.  The grandson of Hidimva then, O king, whirling a gold adorned mace, quickly hurled it at Aswatthaman.  Drona’s son, however, striking it with his shafts, caused it to fall down on the earth.  Soaring up then into the sky, Anjanaparvan began to roar like a cloud.  And from the welkin he showered trees upon his foe.  Like the sun piercing a mass of clouds with his rays, Aswatthaman then began to pierce with his shafts the son of Ghatotkacha, that receptacle of illusions, in the welkin.  Gifted with great energy, the Rakshasa once more came down on his gold decked car.  He then looked like a high and beautiful hill of antimony on the surface of the earth.  The son of Drona then slew that son of Bhima’s son, viz., Anjanaparvan, cased in an iron coat of mail, even as Mahadeva had slain in days of yore the Asura Andhaka.  Beholding his mighty son slain by Aswatthaman, Ghatotkacha, coming unto the son of Drona, fearlessly addressed the heroic son of Saradwata’s daughter, who was then consuming the Pandava troops like a raging forest-conflagration, in these words: 

“Ghatotkacha said, ’Wait, Wait, O son of Drona!  Thou shalt not escape me with life!  I shall slay thee today like Agni’s son slaying Krauncha.’

“Aswatthaman said, ’Go, O son, and fight with others, O thou that hast the prowess of a celestial.  It is not proper, O son of Hidimva, that sire should battle with son.[199] I do not cherish any grudge against thee, O son of Hidimva!  When, however, one’s ire is excited, one may kill one’s own self.’

“Sanjaya continued, ’Having heard these words, Ghatotkacha, filled with grief on account of the fall of his son, and with eyes red as copper in wrath, approached Aswatthaman and said, ’Am I a dastard in battle, O son of Drona, like a vulgar person, that thou dost frighten me thus with words?  Thy words are improper.  Verily, I have been begotten by Bhima in the celebrated race of the Kurus.  I am a son of the Pandavas, those heroes that never retreat from battle.  I am the king of the Rakshasas, equal to the Ten-necked (Ravana) in might.  Wait, wait, O son of Drona!  Thou shalt not escape me with life.  I shall today, on the field of battle, dispel thy desire for fight.’  Having thus replied unto Aswatthaman, that mighty Rakshasa with eyes red as copper in rage, rushed furiously against the son of Drona, like a lion against a prince of elephants.  And Ghatotkacha began to shower upon that bull among car-warriors, viz., Drona’s son, shafts of the measure of Aksha of battle car,