THE ORDEAL OF QUEEN DRAUPADI by Warwick Goble 1913 - fairy tale illustration

Identifier: indianmythlegend00inmack
Title: Indian myth and legend
Year: 1913 (1910s)
Authors: Mackenzie, Donald Alexander, 1873-1936
Subjects: Hindu mythology
Publisher: London, Gresham
Contributing Library: Indiana University
Digitizing Sponsor: Indiana University



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to thepalace. He entered the inner chambers and stood beforeDraupadi, who was clad in but a single robe, while heihair hung loosely. Said the evil-hearted Kaurava: O princess of Pan-chala with fair lotus eyes, thou hast been staked and lostfairly at the game of hazard. Hasten, therefore, and standbefore thy lord Duryodhana, for thou art now his bright-eyed slave. Draupadi heard and trembled. She covered her eyeswith her hands before the hated Duhsasana; her cheeksturned pale and her heart sickened. Then suddenly sheleapt up and sought to escape to an inner room. Butthe evil-hearted prince seized her by the hair, for heno longer feared the sons of Pandu, and the beautifulprincess quivered and shook in her loose attire like toa sapling which is shaken by the storm wind. Crouchingon her knees, she cried angrily, while tears streamed fromher lotus eyes: Begone! O shameless prince. Can amodest woman appear before strangers in loose attire.^ Said stern and cruel Duhsasana: Even if thou wert
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THE ORDEAL OF QUEEN DRAUPADI From the painting hy Warivick Goble THE GREAT GAMBLING MATCH 243 naked now, thou must follow me. Hast thou not becomea slave, fairly staked and fairly won ? Henceforth thouwilt serve among the other menials. Trembling and faint, Draupadi was dragged throughthe streets by Duhsasana. When she stood before theelders and the chieftains in the pavilion she cried: For-give me because that I have come hither in this unseemlyplight. ... Bhishma and Drona and the other elders who werethere hung their heads in shame. Unto Duhsasana Draupadi said angrily: Cease thywickedness! Defile me no longer with unclean hands.A womans hair is sacred. Sacred indeed were the locks of the Pandava queen, forthey had been sprinkled with water sanctified by mantrasat the imperial sacrifice. Weeping, she cried: Hear and help me, O ye elders.You have wives and children of your own. Will youpermit this wrong to be continued. Answer me now. But no man spake a word. Draupadi wept and said: