This seemed too good to be true, even to the fond father, but Yudhishthira
smilingly reassured him. Said he: "Have no doubts, O king. What the messengers say
must be true.
When Brihannala went out as charioteer, success was certain. There is
nothing extraordinary in your son's victory. Ihappen to know that even Indra's charioteer
or Krishna's cannot equal Brihannala."
This seemed absurd to Virata, but he was too happy to resent it. He
made large gifts of precious stones and other wealth to the messengers who brought the
good news and ordered public rejoicing. "My success over Susarma is nothing," he
proclaimed. "The prince's is the real victory.
Let special prayers of I thanksgiving be offered at all places of
worship. Let all the principal streets are decorated with flags and the citizens go
in procession tostrains of triumphal music. Make all arrangements to receive, in a
befitting manner, my lion- hearted boy."
Virata sent out ministers, soldiers, and maidens to welcome his son,
returning in triumph. When the king retired to his private apartments, he asked Sairandhri
to bring the dice. He said to Kanka: "I cannot contain my joy. Come, let us
play," and sat down to a game with Yudhishthira.