" You stood
speechless, like a thunder-cloud at sunset flashing with an agony of
suppressed light. But who was the woman whose heart caught fire from your
shame and anger, and flared up in silence? The mother of Arjuna! Praised be
Duryodhana, who perceived your worth, and then and there crowned you King
of Anga, thus winning the Kauravas a champion. Overwhelmed at this good
fortune, Adhiratha, the charioteer, broke through the crowd; you instantly
rushed to him and laid your crown at his feet amid the jeering laughter of
the Pandavas and their friends. But there was one woman of the Pandava
house whose heart glowed with joy at the heroic pride of such
humility;--even the mother of Arjuna!
KARNA
But what brings you here alone, Mother of kings?
KUNTI
I have a boon to crave.
KARNA
Command me, and whatever manhood and my honour as a Kshatriya permit shall
be offered at your feet.
KUNTI
I have come to take you.
KARNA
Where?
KUNTI
To my breast thirsting for your love, my son.
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