Fiction His heart seethed with envy as he returned to his palace from the Pandava capital. In spite of all that he had done to eliminate his cousins, they had become more successful and powerful than him. “I can feel your heartbeat,” Uncle Shakuni told Duryodhana as they were returning from Indraprastha having attended the rajasuya ceremony meant to proclaim the sovereignty of Yudhishtira. The envy that wiggled its way like a worm into Duryodhana’s heart during the ceremony had made him so blind that he could not even distinguish between land and water. He fell into the lake beside the Pandava Palace. His cousins laughed at him as he was struggling to swim with all the royal robes on. Shakuni had helped his insulted and irate nephew come out of the lake without stripping himself of all dignity. “If the step falters, even the elephant will fall,” Shakuni admonished the merry Pandavas. The elephant was the royal animal of the Kauravas of Hastinapura, city of the e
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