King Dhritarashtra, finding thein silent, with their throats choked by grief, once more addressed them, saying, 'You best of men, old as I am, and sonless and through cheerlessness of heart, bewailing along with this my wedded wife, I have obtained the permission, in the matter of my retirement into the forest, of my sire, the Island-born Krishna himself, as also of king Yudhishthira, who knows every duty, you righteous dwellers of this kingdom.