With hundreds of
poisonous snakes wriggling around his body hissing in anger and biting without
relent, any one else would have been mortally afraid. But Bhim knew no fear.
His first action was to tear asunder the ropes that restricted his mobility.
Then caught hold of some of his enemies by their tail, tossed them around and
threw away. Yet some others were simply crushed to death. The snakes were
already upset that the venom, their most potent weapon, was of no use against
this strange enemy. On top of that they were least prepared for a full-scale
physical assault. Soon they were discomfited, left the field and rushed to
Vasuki, their revered king.
As they began to
narrate their ordeal, their voices quivered in fear:
‘Your highness,
the lord of the Nagaloka! …No less than a wonder that we are able to present
ourselves to your majesty, our body and soul together,... not an iota of
exaggeration this, Master, believe us...’.
The huge frame of the king was calm,
while he learned about the extraordinary boy with amused attention.
‘We had to
exercise all tricks at our command to escape from that boy. He verily looks the
incarnation of death and has been causing mayhem in your peaceful kingdom. We
submit your majesty visit the place – that backyard of death without delay.’
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