Having recovered his consciousness, the king, with trembling limbs and aggrieved heart, looked of all sides and said these words to Kshatta Vidura:-"O learned Kshatta, O you of great wisdom, O foremost of Bharata's race, you are now my refuge! I am lordless and all my sons are dead"-Having said so, he once more dropped down unconscious. Beholding him fallen, all his relatives, that were present there, sprinkled cold water over him and fanned him. Comforted after a long while, that king stricken with sorrow on account of the death of his sons, remained silent, sighing heavily, like a snake put into a pot.