Udyoga Parva · Episode 3 · Chapters 70–135
Krishna goes to Hastinapura to ask for peace, is refused even a needle's point of land, and shows the hall who he is
Before Krishna left for Hastinapura, Yudhishthira tried to talk him out of going.
Through Sanjaya, Yudhishthira had already asked for five villages — Kushasthala, Vrikasthala, Asandi, Varanavata, and any fifth Duryodhana cared to name — enough for five brothers to live together without the Bharatas destroying one another. Duryodhana had refused even that. Yudhishthira feared that a man who would not part with five villages might not let the envoy leave. Krishna said he knew Duryodhana's wickedness well. But the journey could not be wasted. Either it would win what they wanted, or at the least no one in the world could say the Pandavas had not tried.
The farewells were not what one would expect. Bhima, of all the brothers, begged Krishna to speak gently and not to threaten Duryodhana with war. Draupadi did the opposite. She gathered her long dark hair in her left hand, came to Krishna with her eyes full, and told him to remember this hair, the hair Duhshasana had dragged her by, every time he spoke of peace. If Bhima and Arjuna had grown soft, she said, her old father and her five sons would fight. Krishna promised her she would soon see the women of the Bharatas weeping as she wept now.
Hastinapura poured into its streets to see him arrive; only Duryodhana did not come out. The day before, he had proposed taking the envoy prisoner, and Bhishma had walked out rather than listen. Krishna greeted Dhritarashtra, visited Kunti, then called on Duryodhana — and declined his dinner. Envoys eat, he said, when their mission has succeeded. He ate at Vidura's house instead, and told Duryodhana plainly that whoever hated the Pandavas hated him.
Next morning, with seers led by Narada seated in the hall at his request, Krishna spoke to Dhritarashtra. Peace, he said, depended on two people, the king and himself: let the king restrain his sons, and Krishna would restrain the Pandavas. He asked for their ancestral share. And he said something every person in that hall could place: where dharma is pierced by adharma in an assembly, and those sitting there do not draw out the dart, it is they who are pierced. The Pandavas, he said, were ready to serve the king, and ready to fight. Let him choose.
Dhritarashtra said that he agreed with every word and was not his own master; would Krishna please persuade his son? Krishna turned to Duryodhana and asked him to give half the kingdom and keep the other half in peace. Bhishma and Drona pressed him. Vidura told him he did not grieve for Duryodhana at all; he grieved for his old father and mother, who would wander the earth like birds with clipped wings. Duryodhana answered that he had done nothing wrong; the Pandavas had lost at a game they agreed to play. A kshatriya may break, but he does not bend. And while he lived he would not give up as much land as the point of a sharp needle could pierce.
Krishna's answer was angry and exact. He listed the dice, the hall, the house of lac and the poison. Duryodhana walked out. Then Krishna said something startling to the elders: they should bind Duryodhana, Karna, Shakuni and Duhshasana and hand them to the Pandavas. A family may give up one man to save itself. Gandhari was sent for. She blamed her husband first, for indulging a son he knew to be wicked, then told the son that no one keeps a kingdom who cannot rule his own senses, which bolt like untrained horses under a poor driver.
Outside, Duryodhana, Karna, Shakuni and Duhshasana agreed to seize Krishna then and there. Satyaki read it in their faces, posted Kritavarma with troops at the door, and told the hall. Krishna said he could take all of them himself and give them to the Pandavas, but that he would not do a shameful thing in the king's presence.
Then he laughed aloud. You think I am alone, he told Duryodhana. From his body came gods no bigger than a thumb, bright as flames. Brahma stood on his forehead and Rudra on his chest, the guardians of the world on his arms, and fire came from his mouth. Arjuna stood at his right with the bow, Balarama at his left with the plough, Yudhishthira, Bhima and the twins behind him, the Vrishnis in front with weapons raised. Flames came from his eyes, ears and nostrils, and rays like the sun's from his skin. The kings shut their eyes. Only Bhishma, Drona, Vidura, Sanjaya and the seers could look, because Krishna gave them divine sight.
He withdrew the form, took Satyaki and Kritavarma by the hand, and left. Kunti sent her message for her sons: the time had come for which a kshatriya woman bears children. Not the lost kingdom, she said, and not the exile, hurt her as much as Draupadi weeping in that hall. Then Krishna took Karna up into his chariot and drove out of the city.
Back at Upaplavya he reported that he had tried all four of the ways a king is taught: conciliation, division, gifts — he had come down, at the last, to asking for five villages — and that only the fourth, force, remained. That is what the embassy establishes. The war that follows is not a war nobody tried to stop. Every door was knocked on, in front of every elder who could have opened it, and each stayed shut.
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