They remember those mighty chariot-warriors, the two sons of Madri, who on the battlefield surged in every direction, pouring an unceasing rain of arrows upon the enemy host, and who never knew what it was to tremble in battle. I do not think, O king, that what the Future holds in store for any particular man can ever be known, since you, O son of Pandu, endowed with every virtue, have had to endure hardship of so unbearable a kind. All this, O Yudhishthira, you will no doubt set right again through your own wisdom. The sons of Pandu, all equal to Indra, would never abandon virtue for the sake of pleasure. You, O Yudhishthira, will so order your mind with wisdom that all of them -- namely, the sons of Dhritarashtra, the Pandavas, the Srinjayas, and all the other kings assembled here -- shall find peace. O Yudhishthira, hear now what your father Dhritarashtra said to me in the night, having taken counsel with his ministers and his sons. Attend to it closely as well.