Then in one
pleasant morning, Parashuram called him and said:
‘Son, you have come out as a great
archer, possibly one of the best in the planet. I have also taught you the
highest level of warfare and given you a range of divyastras including
brahmastra, which every warrior craves for. I surmise your training is over and
I permit you to return home. You may decide the date and let me know.’ Karna
reverently nodded and said he would do so.
A couple of days before he was to leave, Karna
accompanied his Guru to a distant voyage. The day was hot and the long hours of
walking made Parashuram tired and he slept under a banyan tree. He lied down
placing his head on Karna’s lap. Soon he went to sound sleep. Karna kept
looking all around to protect his Guru’s sleep. Suddenly he felt a very sharp, tingling
pain on his thigh. Looking for the cause, he found a scorpion was gradually
piercing its fangs deep inside his flesh. For once, he thought he would pluck
it and throw away. But afraid that the commotion would wake his Guru up, he
decided to suffer the stinging bite silently. And he did that without letting
out a cry. But he could not prevent blood oozing out of the wound. Worse, the
flow of the blood soon touched Parashuram’s mouth and he woke up
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