great joy and wandered over the field from desire of staying Duryodhana.  Filled with wrath, the Pandavas, desirous of victory, searched for thy son.  Though, however, they looked very carefully for him, they failed to discover the (Kuru) king.  Mace in hand, he had fled with great speed from the field of battle and penetrated into that lake, having by the aid of his powers of illusion, solidified its waters.  When at last the animals of the Pandavas became very much tired, the latter proceeded to their camp and rested there with their soldiers.  After the Parthas had retired to their camp, Kripa and Drona’s son and Kritavarma of the Satwata race, slowly proceeded towards that lake.  Approaching the lake within which lay the king, they addressed that invincible ruler of men asleep within the water, saying, “Arise, O king, and fight with us against Yudhishthira!  Either obtaining victory enjoy the earth, or, slain, proceed to heaven!  The forces of the Pandavas also, O Duryodhana, have all been slain by thee!  Those amongst them that are yet alive have been exceedingly mangled!  They will not be able, O monarch, to bear thy impetuosity, especially when thou shalt be protected by us!  Arise, therefore, O Bharata!”

“’Duryodhana said, “By good luck, I see you, ye bulls among men, come back with life from this destructive battle between the Pandavas and the Kauravas!  After we have rested a while and dispelled our fatigue, we shall encounter the enemy and conquer him!  Ye also are tired and I myself am exceedingly mangled!  The army of the Pandavas is swelling with might!  For these reasons, I do not like to fight now!  These exhortations on your part, ye heroes, are not at all wonderful, for your hearts are noble!  Your devotion also to me is great!  This, however, is not the time for prowess!  Resting for this one night, I shall, on the morrow, join you and fight with the foe!  In this there is no doubt!"’

“Sanjaya continued, ’Thus addressed, the son of Drona replied unto the king, who was invincible in battle, saying, “Arise, O king, blessed be thou, we shall yet vanquish the foe!  I swear by all my religious acts, by all the gifts I have made, by truth itself, and my silent meditations, O king, that I shall today slay the Somakas!  Let me not obtain the delight resulting from the performance of sacrifices, that delight which is felt by all pious men, if this night passes away without my slaying the Pandavas in battle!  Without slaying all the Pancalas, I will not, O lord, put off my armour!  I tell thee this truly.  Believe me, O ruler of men!” While they were thus conversing, a number of hunters came there.  Fatigued with the weight of meat they carried, they came there, not of any set purpose, for slaking their thirst.  Those huntsmen, O lord, used every day, to procure, with great regard, a basketful of meat for Bhimasena, O king!  As they sat concealed on the banks of that lake, those men heard every word of that conversation between Duryodhana and those warriors.