He
came to, slowly, opening his eyes with difficulty. Everything
appeared blurred. He was feeling disoriented and groggy, not feeling
as he normally did. He also felt weak. There was a roaring in his
ears. He tried to move and found something was restraining him. He
was cold too and he shivered.
Slowly
his vision cleared. He found he was lying on a grassy bank by a
river. Some wild looking men with snake symbols tattooed on their
bodies were standing around him. He was bound by cords.
He strained and the cords snapped.
He tried to get up. One of the men pointed a spear at him and he
swatted it aside. The man laughed and extended it again. He realized
the man was trying to help him up. He caught hold of it and the man
pulled him up.
He stood there looking around in
confusion.
“Where
am I?" He asked, his voice a hoarse rasp.
He was a boy and yet he was taller
than most men. His face was beautiful, not unlike most children of
his age, but now his face reflected bewilderment as he looked at the
strangers.
The men too looked at each other in
confusion. Then there was a commotion. The men bowed low as they
parted way for an old man to come through. He was wrinkled and old.
The image of a snake with raised hood was tattooed across his entire
body giving him the appearance of a snake.
The man stood before him. "Who
are you child, to venture into the land of the Nagas?"
He swallowed, hiding his fear and
confusion behind bravado as he stood straight and answered, looking
the man in the eye. "I am Bheemasena, son of Pandu and Kunti,
the Prince of Hastinapura."
"Son of Kunti," murmured
the old man. "Your mother is related to the Nagas by blood,
though the relation has been forgotten by both our families. Vasuki,
the King of the Naga people welcomes you to this land."
He turned to the others and said
something in another language. The men broke into words in the same
language. Vasuki's next words were sharp and the men said something
in an emphatic tone. Vasuki turned back to Bheema, his face grim.
"You had been drugged and
thrown to the river according to my men. You had also been bound with
cords." He paused. "My men rescued you, not without
difficulty, as you were fighting them in your unconscious state."
He sounded pleased and proud though
Bheema felt abashed. But he was also angry. It did not take him much
reflection to piece together what must have happened. It was obvious
that his cousin had attempted to kill him.
Watch
out Suyodhana! He
thought. I am coming for
you!
His hands had clenched into fists
and his face was grim.
Vasuki looked at him with a smile.
"Come, my child." He said. "You rest for today. I
shall arrange for your return to Hastinapura soon."
Bheema
lived with the tribe of Nagas for some time. He was too weak to
return yet, Vasuki told him. Though he felt fine, he accepted the old
man's argument. It was better to let Suyodhana think that he had
succeeded. Bheema chuckled to himself thinking of the expression on
his cousin's face when he would walk in.
Of course, thought he, Suyodhana
won't have too much opportunity to be surprised. For Bheema was going
to pound him to the floor as soon as he reached. He would break every
limb of that loser.
The food was one added reason that
tempted him to remain. It was the best he had ever tasted. The spices
and condiments and herbs that the Nagas used were completely unknown
to the cooks at Hastinapura. And the drink that they gave him every
night after the meal tasted like nectar.
"It is a Naga medicine for
restoring health," Vasuki told him. All Bheema could think was
if all medicines tasted so good, he for one, would not mind being
sick.
The Nagas also taught him how to row
a boat and to make loops from rope. In the little time he had, he
mastered the basics of whatever they taught him. He also haunted the
kitchens often enough that the cooks too took to teaching them their
way of cooking.
One
day, Vasuki came to him and told him that one of his men will take
him to Hastinapura.
"He will take you to the palace
where your mother and brothers are," he said. "Do not
confront anyone till you have met with them. I have informed your
mother that you are safe in my care. But it is for you to apprise her
of how you came here."
Bheema nodded. Pounding Suyodhana
could wait after meeting with his mother. He could wait. He had time.