220 CRADLE TALES OF HINDUISM
forth — with his four brothers, and Draupadi, and Krishna, and, touching their feet, stood before them in deep silence.
Right queenly was the aged Gandhari in her sorrow. Dritarashtra her husband had been born blind ; but she, out of wifely devotion, of her own accord had darkened her eyes with a bandage, and worn it faithfully all the years of their union. And by this had come to her deep spiritual insight. Her voice was as the voice of fate. That which she had said would happen, could not fail to come to pass. Day after day of the battle, when Duryodhana had come to her in the morning, asking for her blessing that he might return triumphant from that day's fighting, she had said only, << Victory, my son, will follow the Right I " From the beginning she had known that Kurukshetra would see the end of all her house. Even now, such was the sternness of her self-control, her heart was weeping rather for her husband, in his sorrow and desolation, than for her own loss of ^'a century of sons." And this was the more true, snice she knew well that had it not been for Dritarashtra's own weakness and desire, the disaster of this day need never have been theirs. Her own inflexible will had never wavered. Never for one moment had she cast longing glances towards empire, preferring it in her secret heart to righteousness. But this very fact, that her husband was being
