Despite the miracle, Duryodhana continued to taunt Draupadi, baring his thigh. "Come, slave! Sit on your master's thigh."
Bhima shouted, "I'll smash your thigh someday, Duryodhana! As for you, Dushasana: I'll rip you open and drink your blood!"
"My hair will stay unbound," Draupadi vowed, "until I wash it in Dushasana's blood."
"Death to you all!" Bhima added. "Death to Duryodhana and his ninety-nine brothers!"
As Bhima spoke, the dice-board burst into flames.
Vidura could stay silent no longer. "Draupadi has God's protection. You all saw it. Brother, you must do something," he said to Dhritarashtra, "before it's too late!"
Inspired by: The Mahabharata: A Shortened Modern Prose Version by R. K. Narayan
Notes: This story is from Chapter 7: Stakes Unmatched. The detail about the gaming board bursting into flames comes from Pattanaik's Jaya, p. 148.
Notes: This story is from Chapter 7: Stakes Unmatched. The detail about the gaming board bursting into flames comes from Pattanaik's Jaya, p. 148.
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