The palace of King Drupad in Kampilyanagari
looked stunning. His court was huge, and adorned with a number of great people
from different spheres of life. Seated at his bejeweled crown, Drupad looked at the court and felt
satisfied and happy. Most of his problems have passed away like bad dreams. His
daughter turned son Shikhandi has groomed up as an excellent prince and warrior.
He also got a pair of heavenly children – a son and a daughter from the sacred
fire of the ‘Yajna’ – Dhristadumnya and Draupadi. They too were growing up
nicely. A successful king and
administrator, he had handled his responsibilities- both royal and domestic-
well, and his subjects were happy.
Way back, in his teens, while taking
lessons on scripture and archery, he had a very good friend, Drona. Son of sage Bharadwaj, Drona was poor, but, exceptionally
bright as a student. Drupad had found
a faithful companion in him, who helped him throughout their childhood
association. Driven by the spirit of deep friendship, Drupad once promised
Drona half his kingdom after he would
ascend the throne.