numbered many hundreds, as also his elephants and horse and foot, O scorcher of foes, thy son said these words unto those warriors, “Encountering all the Pandavas with their friends and allies, in this battle, and the prince of Pancala also with his own troops, and slaying them quickly, turn back from the fight!” Respectfully accepting that command of his, those warriors, difficult of defeat in battle, proceeded once more against the Parthas in that battle, at the behest of thy son.  The Pandavas, however, covered with their arrows resembling snakes of virulent poison, all those warriors, forming the remnant of the Kaurava army, that thus rushed quickly against them in that dreadful battle.  That army, O chief of the Bharatas, as it came to battle, was in a moment exterminated by those high-souled warriors, for it failed to obtain a protector.  In consequence of the (Kaurava) steeds running hither and thither that were all covered with the dust raised by the army, the cardinal and the subsidiary points of the compass could not be distinguished.  Many warriors, issuing out of the Pandava array, O Bharata, slew thy troops in a moment in that battle.  Eleven Akshauhinis, O Bharata, of troops had been assembled for thy son!  All those, O lord, were slain by the Pandus and the Srinjayas!  Amongst those thousands upon thousands of high-souled kings on thy side, only Duryodhana now, O monarch, exceedingly wounded, was seen to be alive, casting his eyes on all sides, and seeing the earth empty, himself destitute of all his troops while the Pandavas, filled with joy in that battle, were roaring aloud in consequence of the accomplishment of all their objects.  Duryodhana, O monarch, unable to endure the whiz of the shafts shot by those high-souled heroes, became stupefied!  Destitute of troops and animals, he set his heart on retreat from the field.’

“Dhritarashtra said, ’When my troops were slain and our camp made entirely empty, what was the strength, O Suta, of the troops that still remained to the Pandavas?  I desire to know this.  Therefore, tell me, O Sanjaya, for thou art skilled (in narration).  Tell me also, O Sanjaya, that which was done by my son, the wicked Duryodhana, that lord of the earth, the sole survivor of so many men, when he saw his army exterminated.’

“Sanjaya continued, ’2,000 cars, 700 elephants, 5,000 horse, and 10,000 foot, this was the remnant, O monarch, of the mighty host of the Pandavas.  Taking care of this force, Dhrishtadyumna waited in that battle.  Meanwhile, O chief of the Bharatas, king Duryodhana, that foremost of car-warriors, saw not in that battle a single warrior on his side.  Beholding his enemies roaring aloud and witnessing the extermination of his own army, that lord of the earth, Duryodhana, without a companion, abandoned his slain steed, and fled from the field with face turned eastwards.  That lord of eleven Akshauhinis, thy son Duryodhana, of great energy, taking up his mace, fled on foot towards a lake.  Before he