. Stories of India's gods and heroes . here great-hearted Kama, Dhrishta-dyumna, Satyaki, and the rest—where are they?Those lion-hearted, world-conquering warriors—Isee them not. If they are here, well indeed! If not,I will never dwell apart from my brothers or fromKarna, with whose aid we might resist even Indrahimself. What have I to do with Swarga, reft of mybrothers ? Where they are, there is my Swarga ; thisis no heaven for me. The gods then suffered him go seek his brethrensabode, and sent a celestial messenger to guide and difficult was the road these two followed ;oerhung with
. Stories of India's gods and heroes . here great-hearted Kama, Dhrishta-dyumna, Satyaki, and the rest—where are they?Those lion-hearted, world-conquering warriors—Isee them not. If they are here, well indeed! If not,I will never dwell apart from my brothers or fromKarna, with whose aid we might resist even Indrahimself. What have I to do with Swarga, reft of mybrothers ? Where they are, there is my Swarga ; thisis no heaven for me. The gods then suffered him go seek his brethrensabode, and sent a celestial messenger to guide and difficult was the road these two followed ;oerhung with gloom, and thick with a mire of goreand putrid carcases ; swarming with flies, and besetby goblins. Bones lay around; worms crawledeverywhere ; the air was alive with burnings. Iron-beaked crows and vultures, and huge goblins, withbeaks like needles, foul with blood, infested the brooded the upright king as he trod thisdoleful road, through the horrid stench. He beheldthe dread river of boiling water, and the forest of. Dark and difficult was the Road The Pandava Brethren 235 which the leaves are sword-blades sharp as razors ;the plains of burning sand, the jars of boiling oil,the lofty Salmali with its sharp thorns, and the tor-ments of evil-doers. Gazing on this horrid road, Yudhishthira asked hisguide, saying, Tell me, I pray, what road is this, andwhere are my brethren ? To him replied the guide, I was bidden by theImmortals to conduct thee hither; but if thou artweary, thou mayest return. Then Yudhishthira, dizzy with the stench, set hisheart on return. But as he turned, oerwhelmedwith misery and sorrow, he heard woeful voicesaccosting him thus :— Ho, noble Pandava, son of Dharma, abide with usbut a moment, for pitys sake ! Comfort came to usfrom the pleasant breeze that heralded thy thee, we shall gain enduring comfort. If thouabidest with us even for a moment, our torments willnot destroy us. Ah, woe the day! cried King Yudhishthira,hearin
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