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48. VIRATA'S DELUSION
He made large gifts
of precious stones and other wealth to the
messengers who brought the good news
and ordered public rejoicing. "My success
over Susarma is nothing," he proclaimed.
"The prince's is the real victory. Let
special prayers of thanksgiving be offered
at all places of worship. Let all the
principal streets are decorated with flags
and the citizen’s go in procession to
strains of triumphal music. Make all
arrangements to receive, in a befitting
manner, my lion-hearted boy."
Virata sent out ministers, soldiers, and
maidens to welcome his son, returning in
triumph. When the king retired to his
private apartments, he asked Sairandhri to
bring the dice. He said to Kanka: "I cannot
contain my joy. Come, let us play," and
sat down to a game with Yudhishthira.
They talked while they played and
naturally, the king was full of his son's
greatness and prowess. "See the glory of
my son, Bhuminjaya. He has put the
famed Kaurava warriors to flight."
"Yes," replied Yudhishthira with a smile.
"Your son is indeed fortunate for, without
the best of good fortune, how could he
have secured Brihannala to drive his
chariot?"
Virata was angry at this persistent
glorification of Brihannala at the expenses
of Uttara. "Why do you, again and again
babble about the eunuch?" he cried.
"While I am talking about my son's
victory, you expatiate on the charioteering
skill of the eunuch, as if that were of any
significance." The king's anger only
increased when Kanka remonstrated: "I
know what I am talking about. Brihannala
is no ordinary person. The chariot she
drives can never see defeat, and whoever
is in it, is sure of success in any
undertaking, no matter how difficult."
Now, this perverse flouting could not be
borne, and Virata in a passion flung the
dice at Yudhishthira's face and followed
this up with a blow on Yudhishthira's
cheek. Yudhishthira was hurt and blood
flowed down his face.
Sairandhri who was nearby, wiped the
blood with the edge of her garment and
squeezed it into a golden cup. "Why all
this fuss? What are you collecting the
blood into a cup for?" demanded the angry
king, who was still in a passion.
"A Sanyasin's blood may not be split on
the ground, O king," replied Sairandhri.
"The rains will fail in your land for as
many years as there are drops in the blood
that is split on the earth. That was why I
collected the blood in this cup. I fear you
do not know Kanka's greatness."
Meanwhile the gatekeeper announced:
"Uttara and Brihannala have arrived. The
prince is waiting for an audience with the
king." Virata got up excitedly and said:
"Ask him in, ask him in." And
Yudhishthira whispered to the sentry: "Let
Uttara come alone. Brihannala should stay
behind."
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