Some distance
away, the battle was still raging. The snakes would have numbered to several
hundreds. But, by now, most preferred to slip into crevices in the watery
rocks. During this time, the huge frame of Vasuki could be seen approaching
from the west. It did not take long for Bhim to take notice of the towering
figure. For a moment, Bhim did feel that this fight may not be an easy one.
However, as it was to be, Vasuki’s appearance itself had a calming influence on
everyone present, including Bhim. The fierce combat stopped. Looking at the
graceful, charming and presently gravely injured Bhim, Basuki was suddenly
flooded with tender feelings and he said:
‘Young man, you seem to be a prince. What’s your name?
Tell me, how did you land here?’
Although
generally aggressive, Bhim was touched by the affection. He responded:
‘I am Bhim, son of queen Kunti’.
Curious and
beginning to understand the reasons for his attraction for the young lad, Vasuki
said,
‘Kunti! You mean
the daughter of King Kunti Bhoj?’
‘Yes Sir. Precisely so. Do you know her?’
Vasuki rushed
and embraced Bhim and said,
‘Very much dear. She is my granddaughter. I am so happy
that I ‘m meeting her son today. Son! Come closer, give me a hug.’
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