repeatedly at me, thy son touched me with his hand and said, “Except thee, O Sanjaya, there is none else that liveth, amongst those engaged in this battle!  I do not see another (on my side), while the Pandavas have their allies living!  Say, O Sanjaya, unto that lord, the blind king Dhritarashtra, that his son Duryodhana hath entered the depths of a lake!  Destitute of friends such as those (I lately had), deprived of sons and brothers, and seeing his kingdom taken by the Pandavas, who is there like me that would desire to live?  Say all this unto the king and tell him further that I have escaped with life from that dreadful battle, and that, alive, though exceedingly wounded, I shall rest within the depths of this lake.”  Having said these words unto me, O monarch, the king entered that lake.  That ruler of men, by his power of illusion, then charmed the waters of that lake, making a space for him within them.  After he had entered that lake, I myself, without anybody on my side, saw those three car-warriors (of our army) coming together to that spot with their tired animals.  They were Kripa, the son of Saradwat, and the heroic Ashvatthama, that foremost of car-warriors, and Kritavarma of Bhoja’s race.  Mangled with shafts, all of them came together to that spot.  Beholding me, they all urged their steeds to greater speed and coming up to me, said, “By good luck, O Sanjaya, thou livest yet!” All of them then enquired after thy son, that ruler of men, saying, ‘Is our king Duryodhana still alive, O Sanjaya?’ I then told them that the king was well in body.  I also told them everything that Duryodhana had said unto me.  I also pointed out to them the lake that the king had entered.  Then Ashvatthama, O king, having heard those words from me, cast his eyes on that extensive lake and began to wail in grief, saying, “Alas, alas, the king knows not that we are still alive!  With him amongst us, we are still quite able to fight with our foes!” Those mighty car-warriors, having wept there for a long time, fled away at sight of the sons of Pandu.  Those three car-warriors that formed the remnant of our army took me up on the well-adorned car of Kripa, and then proceeded to the Kuru camp.  The sun had set a little before.  The troops forming the outposts of the camp, learning that all thy sons had been slain, wept aloud.  Then, O monarch, the old men that had been appointed to look after the ladies of the royal household proceeded towards the city, taking the princesses after them.  Loud were the wails uttered by those weeping ladies when they heard of the destruction of the whole army.  The women, O king, crying ceaselessly, caused the earth to resound with their voices like a flight of she-ospreys.  They tore their bodies with nails and struck their heads with their hands, and untied their braids, indulging all the while in loud cries.  Filling the air with sounds such as “Oh!” and “Alas!” and beating their breasts, they cried aloud and wept and uttered loud shrieks,