Then a still more terrible din arose in the forest, as the impatient kshatriyas caught sight of Bhimasena and Arjuna. King Jayadratha, wicked of soul, seeing the banner-tops of the bulls among the Kurus, said to Yajnaseni, who stood on her chariot bereft of her former brilliance: "Krishna, here come five great chariots. I think these are your husbands. You know them — tell us, O lovely-haired one, each Pandava standing upon his chariot." Draupadi said: "What good is it to you to know these great bowmen, fool, now that you have done a most dreadful deed that destroys life? But I have been asked, and by dharma I must tell all to a dying man. I feel neither anxiety nor fear of you, seeing the Dharmaraja with his younger brothers. He at whose banner-top the two sweet mridangas, Nanda and Upananda, of beautiful form resound — he is my husband, Dharmasuta Yudhishthira, best of the Kurus, gleaming with pure-gold radiance, sharp-nosed, slender, long-eyed, a knower of the resolve of his own duty and purpose. People with business to accomplish always follow him. This walker in dharma, a hero among men, would grant life even to an enemy who has come for protection. Run to him, fool, for your own good, quickly, with joined palms and your weapon laid aside. And the one you see on the chariot, mighty-armed as a full-grown shala tree, with lips bitten and brows drawn together, is called Vrikodara — he is my husband. His well-bred, powerful, well-trained horses carry the hero onward. His superhuman deeds are known, and the word 'Bhima' concerning him has spread across the earth. Those who wrong him do not keep the remainder of their lives, and he never forgets an enmity. Having brought an enmity to its end, he returns, and only then finds peace, and even that not easily. Gentle, generous, steadfast, glorious, victor over his senses, attendant upon his elders, a hero among men, brother and disciple of Yudhishthira — he is my husband Dhananjaya. He will forsake dharma neither out of desire, nor fear, nor greed, and he will never commit cruelty. This son of Kunti, equal in splendor to Vaishvanara, is a crusher of enemies and a destroyer. That wise knower of every resolve concerning dharma and purpose, deliverer from fear for the frightened, whose supreme beauty is called the finest on earth and whom all the Pandavas guard, who is dearer than life and faithful to his vow — he is my husband, the hero Nakula. And that great, wise, and peerless Sahadeva, whose hand is light and skilled in the swordfight, whose feat you will see today, like the feat of Shatakratu among the daityas — a hero, master of weapons, intelligent and wise, one who pleases King Dharmasuta, radiant as moon and sun, the youngest of the Pandavas and beloved by them, whom none can match in intellect and who among the virtuous knows how to settle a matter in speech — he is my husband Sahadeva. He is brave, ever intolerant of insult, wise and intelligent; he would give up his life, enter the fire of the offering, but never speak a word outside dharma. Ever noble of mind, established in the kshatriya's dharma, he is dearer than life to Kunti, a hero among men. You will see your army, laden with jewels, like a ship at the edge of the ocean upon the back of a sea-monster — its warriors slain, shaken by the sons of Pandu. Such are the sons of Pandu whom you, in delusion, scorned and rose up against. If you escape from them with your body unharmed, you will attain a new birth while yet remaining alive." Then the five Parthas, like five Indras, leaving the terrified footmen with joined palms, surrounded the chariot host on every side in their fury and made it dark with a rain of arrows.