Dhritarashtra
replied: "Dear son, I have grown old. Do as you like. But the line that you are
taking does not appeal to me. I am sure you will repent later. This is the work of
destiny."
In the end, out-argued and through sheer
fatigue and hopelessness of dissuading his son, Dhritarashtra assented, and ordered the
servants to prepare a hall of games. Yet he could not forbearconsulting Vidura in secret
about the matter.
Vidura said: "O king, this will
undoubtedly bring about the ruin of our race by raising up unquenchable hate."
Dhritarashtra, who could not oppose the demand
of his son, said: "If fortune favours us I have no fear regarding this game.
If onthe contrary, fortune goes against us, how
could we help it? For, destiny is all-powerful. Go and invite Yudhishthira on my behalf to
come and play dice." Thus commanded, Vidura went to Yudhishthira with an invitation.
The weak-witted Dhritarashtra, over- persuaded,
yielded to the desire of his son through his attachment to him in spite of the fact that
he knew this was the way that destiny was working itself out. |