I am very proud of my son;  swift as quicksilver  to the situation in hand, and then to Your son's demand.  

He made sure your wounded son was safe - even if that meant seeming to be a ranchod - which Your son took to be an insult and not a strategy [I note Your smile, You smooth operator!] 

To manoeuvre those powerful steeds and that mighty chariot, ornate with every armament, swerving like a dragon-tail on fire ...that my friend, is no mean feat of strength and speed. 

And I am proud too that he was proud of me and our lineage - we are well-versed in handling both horse and human! 

Hearing you narrate the incident with such verve and veracity to your exiled elder cousin - that really made me want to leap and cheer!  Not least because You and I arrived on the scene, just in time to save our city and citizens, drawing upon ourselves a most brutal onslaught ...but that is for later...this is the moment for our sons to shine!

'Dad...don't embarrass me...'' he shrugged off my bear hug but I could tell he enjoyed the warmth -as I can and must otherwise be a cold task-master in our line of work; there is no time for sentimentality in life-or-death encounters on the field and off.

My son never forgot what his duty was: to serve and protect; he kept his cool when all around blazed like hell, facing the ferocity of the combined air-force, infantry, cavalry and elephant battalion of the most fiendish of foes.  

Daruki - your mother awaits with your favourite foods to feast on - you don't know how much she misses you, so enough with all the horse-play and chariot-polishing - the better to see your cheeky grin in!

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Section xviii/ vanaparva/kmg/sacredtexts site