Sahadeva bore away the heroic and vanquished king on his car from that battle.  Then king Yudhishthira the just, riding upon another car (came back to battle), and having pierced Shakuni at first with nine arrows, once more pierced him with five.  And that foremost of all bowmen then uttered a loud roar.  That battle, O sire, awful as it was, became wonderful to behold.  It filled the spectators with delight and was applauded by the Siddhas and the Charanas.  Uluka of immeasurable soul rushed against the mighty bowman Nakula, in that battle, shooting showers of arrows from every side.  The heroic Nakula, however, in that battle, resisted the son of Shakuni with a thick shower of arrows from every side.  Both those heroes were well-born and both were mighty car-warriors.  They were seen to fight with each other, each highly enraged with the other.  Similarly Kritavarma, O king, fighting with the grandson of Sini, that scorcher of foes, looked resplendent, like Shakra battling with the Asura Vala.  Duryodhana, having cut off Dhrishtadyumna’s bow in that battle, pierced his bowless antagonist with keen shafts.  Dhrishtadyumna then, in that encounter, having taken up a formidable bow, fought with the king in the sight of all the bowmen.  The battle between those two heroes became exceedingly fierce, O bull of Bharata’s race, like the encounter between two wild and infuriate elephants with juicy secretions trickling down their limbs.  The heroic Gautama, excited with rage in that battle, pierced the mighty sons of Draupadi with many straight shafts.  The battle that took place between him and those five, resembled that which takes place between an embodied being and his (five) senses.  It was awful and exceedingly fierce, and neither side showed any consideration for the other.  The (five) sons of Draupadi afflicted Kripa like the (five) senses afflicting a foolish man.  He, on the other hand, fighting with them, controlled them with vigour.  Even such and so wonderful, O Bharata, was that battle between him and them.  It resembled the repeated combats, O lord, between embodied creatures and their senses.  Men fought with men, elephants with elephants, steeds with steeds and car-warriors with car-warriors.  Once more, O monarch, that battle became general and awful.  Here an encounter was beautiful, there another was awful, and there another was exceedingly fierce, O lord!  Many and awful, O monarch, were the encounters that took place in course of that battle.  Those chastisers of foes (belonging to both armies), encountering one another, pierced and slew one another in that dreadful engagement.  A dense cloud of dust was then seen there, raised by the vehicles and the animals of the warriors.  Thick also, O king, was the dust raised by the running steeds, a dust that was carried from one place to another by the wind.  Raised by the wheels of cars and the breaths of the elephants, the dust, thick as an evening cloud, rose into the welkin.  That dust having been raised and the sun himself having