The falling twilight of the grand sire
Dronacharya, the venerable preceptor of the Kuru princes, spoke gravely to his son Ashwatthama. Observing the battlefield with a mind sharpened by long experience in war, he said that the countenance of Yudhishthira, the steadfast Dharmaraja, appeared to glow with a rare and unsettling anger. Such a sight was unusual, for a man of unwavering…
