The day so
far was interesting. But, his wait had not ended. A few days back, when he
sought his mother’s blessings when he was leaving for the capital, he was
reminded the demonstration was not an open one. This one was for the princes,
the royal heirs. Being the son of a charioteer was not an obstacle for him. It
was because of his parents, he was whatever he was. They had encouraged him
when he left home seeking the warrior saint. And even today, they did not stop
him – they merely reminded him.
Karna for the past so many years with
the single pointed mind of an ascetic had steadfastly pursued archery. Today he
saw many shining examples of martial mastery. An eagerness to participate was
difficult to subdue. While so many different thoughts fleeted his mind, the
arena suddenly, it seemed, grew quite. He heard a few men enter into whispered conversations
– it was now Arjun’s turn it seemed. Arjun’s reputation had escaped the
fences of the Guru's ashram when he was
still a young student. Many today, had just come to see him. Karna’s eyes froze on the white robes,
the silver armour, and the huge frame – probably his own height.
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