Senjaya said. — 'upon the fall of the great bowman Drona. Thy sons. Those mighty car-warriors. Became pale and deprived oi their senses. Armed with weapons. All of them. 0 monarch. Hung down their heads, Afﬂicted with grief and without looking at one another. They stood perfectly silent. Beholding them with such afilicted countenances. Thy troops. O Bharata. Themselves perturbed by grief. Vacantly gazed upwards. Seeing Drona slain 1n battle. The weapons of many of them. 0 kingfdyed with blood. Dropped from their hands. Innumerable weapons.