With eyes reddened in wrath, Bhimascna, that grinder of hostile armies, once more said these words. Listen to thein, O king, we will now dance and call them Cows!-who formerly insulted us by calling us so. We have no deceipt, no fire, no match at dice, no deception! Depending upon the strength of our own arins we our resist and check foes!-Having brought those fierce hostilities to a close, Vrikodara once more slowly and laughingly said these words unto Yudhisthira and Keshava and the Shrinjayas and Dhananjaya and the two sons of Madri.