No one stirs, no one can. Quick as thinking, Bheema draws his sword and, with a clean stroke, cuts off Dusasana's right hand, jewels and all. In the vast silence, Dusasana's screams ring across Kurukshetra, as blood from his severed wrist gushes in a geyser over Bheema. The Pandava holds up the bloody hand and roars to the armies watching, entranced, "This is the hand that dared touch Panchali's hair!" Dusasana screams on, but Bheema has not finished. Smoothly, he opens a gash on Dusasana's breast with the tip of his sword. Kneeling in a flash, he tears his cousin's chest open with his fingers, exposing his heart. Dusasana screams his last, as Bheema bends like an unimaginable beast of prey and drinks at the scarlet font. Then, he raises his bloody face, smiling and cries, "Aaah! The tastiest drink I have ever had!" Dusasana lies limp on Kurukshetra. Bheema rises away from his corpse. His roar shakes the earth, "Panchali, I have avenged you! Come wash your hair in this wretch's blood." Crooning in ecstasy, Draupadi runs out on to the frozen field: an exquisite and vengeful spirit! With deep cries of fulfillment, she bathes her black, loose tresses in dead Dusasana's gushing blood, from his severed wrist, from his chest.
Menon, Ramesh (2012-12-09). THE MAHABHARATA: A Modern Rendering (Kindle Locations 22490-22494). . Kindle Edition.
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