Astonished and yet gladdened, having beheld the kshatriya-duty and reproaching their own dharma, they prostrated themselves before the great-souled [Bhishma] and prepared for the immeasurably radiant Bhishma a bed with a headrest — of arrows with smooth, even joints, O tiger among men. Having arranged a guard for Bhishma, having conferred with one another, having respectfully taken leave of the son of Ganga and circled him in reverence, the kshatriyas, their eyes reddened with wrath, looked at one another and went forth once more to battle, driven by Time.