Saindhava the childmurderer and all his kin and kind will tomorrow reap reward for his savagery and hubris. O fair one at the first blush of dawn Partha’s grasp will close upon him and he too will set out for the house of the gods.

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77.25

Tomorrow word will come to you that Saindhava has lost his head in the battle at Samanta·panchaka. So cast aside this sorrow. Do not weep. Your great son honoured his calling and walked a noble path whereon only we who spend our leaves cleaving to justice can hope to tread. Your boy found the way to heaven in his armour, riding on and on into the fray and sweeping his foes before him as he went. Let your fever lift. Your child fought hard for his mother and father and he died after his adversaries had already departed this life. Console the daughter left to you. You have royal blood o queen: warrior blood. Do not suffer so. Instead be glad, for tomorrow the revenge that fills your heart will be exacted and your suffering will be at an end. Partha always keeps his word. When your husband sets out to do a thing there can be no doubt: it will come to pass.

Whether men, serpents or ghosts,
Fiends, winged things, gods or goblins
Fly into battle with the Sindhu king
Soon after dawn they all will fall.

sanjaya spoke:

78.1

Subhadra listened to what mighty Keshava said. But she was deep in sorrow. She wailed in lamentation for her lost son.