Having recited thus much of the history, Shree Shookdeo Jee said to the Raja,--O great king! all the Kouruvùs went to the enclosure where Bulram was encamped to visit him, and offered him presents; and, having fallen at his feet, joining their hands, eulogized him highly; after this having applied perfume and sandal, and putting a garland of flowers upon him, and spreading silken cloths, they conducted him, in musical procession, to the city; they then entertained him with all kinds of delicacies; and, sitting near him, made various enquiries, “O great king! why have you come here?” Bulram Jee replied, “I have been sent by the Raja Oogursen to deliver a message to you.” The Kouruvùs said, “What message?” Buldeo Jee replied, “The Raja says, that it was not becoming in you to do an act of enmity towards him: you were many and he a single child; you fought with him, abandoning all understanding and discrimination; you intentionally committed a great injustice, and, relinquishing respect for the world, laid hold of Krishnù’s son; you have now become very proud, and have designedly afflicted him.” O great king! on hearing these words the Kouruvùs said, very angrily, “Enough! enough! Bulram Jee, do not exalt Oogursen any more, as we will not listen to you; it is scarcely four days, since no one knew or respected Oogursen; from the time he connected himself with us he has obtained high rank, and has now sent us a haughty message: is he not ashamed, considering that he obtained sovereign power sitting quietly at Dwarka, to forget entirely his former condition, and now to say whatever he pleases? Does he forget the day, when he used to associate and eat with cowherds and Goojurs at Muttra? We have now reaped the fruits of allowing him to eat with us, and forming an alliance with him, and procuring sovereign power for him. If we had done these good acts to a respectable man, he would have been thankful for them all his life; some one has said truly, ‘That the friendship of a mean person is like a wall of sand.’” Having proceeded thus far in the narrative, Shree Shookdeo Jee said,--O great king! discoursing much in this strain, Kurun, Dron, Bheekum, Doorjodhun and all the Kouruvùs rose haughtily and went to their homes. Bulram Jee laughing at what they had said, thought to himself, “They are proud of their royal power and strength, and, therefore speak in this strain; otherwise, would they treat with such disrespect that Oogursen, who is the lord of Bruhmù, Roodrù and Indrù, to whom the three bow their heads? As my name is Buldeo, I will drown all the Kouruvùs with their city in the Ganges.”