All cried, “This is the handsome son of Kunti, the middle (third) son of Pandu. This is the son of Indra. This the protector of the Kuru race. This is the best of the all name learned in arms. This is the best of all cherisher of virtue. This is the foremost of all well conducted persons. This is their great repository of the knowledge of all (good) manners.” Hearing these loud cries of the spectators, the tears of Kunti, mixing with the milk of her breast, drenched her bosom.