I shall today despatch thee to Yama.  The sin thou hast committed before by slaying Drona will fill thee today with regret, to thy great evil, if thou stayest in battle without being protected by Partha, or if thou dost not fly away, O fool, I tell thee truly.”  Thus addressed, the valiant Dhrishtadyumna replied, saying, “That same sword of mine which answered thy sire, resolutely engaged in battle, will today answer this speech of thine.  If Drona could be slain by me, O thou that art a Brahmana in name only, why should I not then, putting forth my prowess, slay thee also in battle today?” Having said these words, the wrathful commander of the Pandava forces, viz., the son of Prishata, pierced Drona’s son with a keen arrow.  Then Drona’s son filled with great rage, shrouded every side of Dhrishtadyumna, O king, in that battle, with straight arrows.  Shrouded with thousands of arrows, neither the welkin, nor the points of the compass, nor the combatants all around, could, O monarch, be any longer seen.  Similarly, the son of Prishata, O king, shrouded Drona’s son, that ornament of battle, with arrows, in the very sight of Karna.  The son of Radha, too, O monarch, singly resisted the Pancalas and the Pandavas and the (five) sons of Draupadi and Yudhamanyu and the mighty car-warrior Satyaki, in consequence of which feat he became the cynosure of all eyes.  Then Dhrishtadyumna in that battle cut off the very tough and formidable bow of Drona’s son, as also all his arrows resembling snakes of virulent poison.  Drona’s son, however, with his arrows, destroyed within the twinkling of an eye the bow, the dart, the mace, the standard, the steeds, the driver, and the car of Prishata’s son.  Bowless and carless and steedless and driverless, the son of Prishata then took up a huge scimitar and a blazing shield decked with a hundred moons.  Endued with great lightness of hand, and possessed of mighty weapons, that mighty car-warrior, viz., the heroic son of Drona, O king, quickly cut off, in that battle, with many broad-headed arrows, those weapons also of Dhrishtadyumna before the latter could come down from his car.  All this seemed exceedingly wonderful.  The mighty car-warrior Ashvatthama, however, though struggling vigorously, could not, O chief of the Bharatas, slay the carless and steedless and bowless Dhrishtadyumna, although pierced and exceedingly mangled with many arrows.  When, therefore, O king, the son of Drona found that he could not slay his enemy with arrows, he laid aside his bow and quickly proceeded towards the son of Prishata.  The impetuosity of that high-souled one, as he rushed towards his foe, resembled that of Garuda swooping down for seizing a large snake.  Meanwhile Madhava, addressing Arjuna, said, “Behold, O Partha, how the son of Drona is rushing with great speed towards the car of Prishata’s son.  Without doubt, he will slay the prince.  O mighty-armed one, O crusher of foes, rescue the son of Prishata, who is now within the jaws of Drona’s son as