SECTION XXXII Vaisampayana said, "Marching out of the city, those heroic smiters the Matsyas, arrayed in order of battle, overtook the Trigartas when the sun had passed the meridian.

Their blood ran warm about them and they sighed For the mad smiter did his work too well, Just drew together softly and so died, Fell very still and strange, and moved not side by side.

And ye smiter of foes in battle, I will bestow on you damsels decked with ornaments, wealth in plenty, and other things that ye may like.