ike his great-grandfather Pandu of old, he was of mighty arms, the first of all bearers of bows in battle, and fond of hunting.
And the monarch wandered about, hunting deer, and wild boars, and wolves, and buffaloes and various other kinds of wild
animals. One day, having pierced a deer with a sharp arrow and slung his bow on his back, he penetrated into the deep forest,
searching for the animal here and there, like the illustrious Rudra himself of old pursuing in the heavens, bow in hand, the deer
which was Sacrifice, itself turned into that shape, after the piercing. No deer that was pierced by Parikshit had ever escaped in
the wood with life. This deer, however wounded as before, fled with speed, as the (proximate) cause of the king's attainment to
heaven. And the deer that Parikshit--that king of men--had pierced was lost to his gaze and drew the monarch far away into the
forest. And fatigued and thirsty, he came across a Muni, in the forest, seated in a cow-pen and drinking to his fill the froth
oozing out of the mouths of calves sucking the milk of their dams. And approaching him hastily, the monarch, hungry and
fatigued, and raising his bow, asked that Muni of rigid vows, saying, 'O Brahmana, I am king Parikshit, the son of Abhimanyu.
A deer pierced by me hath been lost. Hast thou seen it?' But that Muni observing then the vow of silence, spoke not unto him a
word. And the king in anger thereupon placed upon his shoulder a dead snake, taking it up with the end of his bow. The Muni
suffered him to do it without protest. And he spoke not a word, good or bad. And the king seeing him in that state, cast off his
anger and became sorry. And he returned to his capital but the Rishi continued in the same state. The forgiving Muni, knowing
that the monarch who was a tiger amongst kings was true to the duties of his order, cursed him not, though insulted. That tiger
amongst monarchs, that foremost one of Bharata's race, also did not know that the person whom he had so insulted was a
virtuous Rishi. It was for this that he had so insulted him.
"That Rishi had a son by name Sringin, of tender years, gifted with great energy, deep in ascetic penances, severe in his vows,
very wrathful, and difficult to be appeased. At times, he worshipped with great attention and respect his preceptor seated with
ease on his seat and ever engaged in the good of creatures.
"And commanded by his preceptor, he was coming home when, O best of Brahmanas, a companion of his, a Rishi's son named
Krisa in a playful mood laughingly spoke unto him. And Sringin, wrathful and like unto poison itself, hearing these words in
reference to his father, blazed up in rage.'
"And Krisa said, 'Be not proud, O Sringin, for ascetic as thou art and possessed of energy, thy father bears on his shoulders a
dead snake. Henceforth speak not a word to sons of Rishis like ourselves who have knowledge of the truth, are deep in ascetic
penances, and have attained success. Where is that manliness of thine, those high words of thine begotten of pride, when thou
must have to behold thy father bearing a dead snake? O best of all the Munis, thy father too had done nothing to deserve this
treatment, and it is for this that I am particularly sorry as if the punishment were mine.'"
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(Astika Parva continued)
"Sauti said, 'Being thus addressed, and hearing that his sire was bearing a dead snake, the powerful Sringin burned with wrath.
And looking at Krisa, and speaking softly, he asked him, 'Pray, why doth my father bear today a dead snake?' And Krisa
replied, 'Even as king Parikshit was roving, for purpose of hunting, O dear one, he placed the dead snake on the shoulder of thy
sire.'
"And Sringin asked, 'What wrong was done to that wicked monarch by my father? O Krisa, tell me this, and witness the power
of my asceticism.'
"And Krisa answered, 'King Parikshit, the son of Abhimanyu, while hunting, had wounded a fleet stag with an arrow and
chased it alone. And the king lost sight of the animal in that extensive wilderness. Seeing then thy sire, he immediately
accosted him. Thy sire was then observing the vow of silence. Oppressed by hunger, thirst and labour, the prince again and
again asked thy sire sitting motionless, about the missing deer. The sage, being under the vow of silence, returned no reply. The
king thereupon placed the snake on thy sire's shoulder with the end of his bow. O Sringin, thy sire engaged in devotion is in the
same posture still. And the king also hath gone to his capital which is named after the elephant!'
"Sauti continued, 'Having heard of a dead snake placed upon his (father's) shoulders, the son of the Rishi, his eyes reddened
with anger, blazed up with rage. And possessed by anger, the puissant Rishi then cursed the king, touching water and overcome
with wrath.'
"And Sringin said, 'That sinful wretch of a monarch who hath placed a dead snake on the shoulders of my lean and old parent,
that insulter of Brahmanas and tarnisher of the fame of the Kurus, shall be taken within seven nights hence to the regions of
Yama (Death) by the snake Takshaka, the powerful king of serpents, stimulated thereto by the strength of my words!'
"Sauti continued, 'And having thus cursed (the king) from anger, Sringin went to his father, and saw the sage sitting in the cowpen, bearing the dead snake. And seeing his parent in that plight, he was again inflamed with ire. And he shed
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