As the conflict unfolded, Dvivida, the mighty lord of the monkeys, became enraged at Balarāma and unleashed a furious shower of rocks upon him. Yet Balarāma, wielding his club with effortless strength, crushed every stone that came his way. Undeterred, Dvivida made his arms like palm trunks, formed his fists, and approached the son of Rohiṇī, striking Balarāma on the chest with both hands. But Balarāma, chief of the Yadus, abandoned his club and plough in anger. Seizing Dvivida with both arms, he pressed down upon the monkey’s collarbone so forcefully that Dvivida fell to the ground, vomiting blood. As Dvivida fell, the earth itself trembled in fear, along with the trees—like a mountain rocked by the wind or a boat tossed upon the water. In the heavens, shouts of “Victory!” and “Homage!” resounded, mingled with cries of “Well done! Well done!” from the gods, siddhas, and great sages, as flowers rained down in celebration. Thus, having slain Dvivida, who had brought distress to the world, Balarāma, praised by all the people, entered his own city. With the slaying of Dvivida, the sixty-seventh chapter, entitled “The Slaying of Dvivida,” concludes in the tenth book, second half, of the Śrīmad Bhāgavata Mahāpurāṇa, the scripture for the paramahaṃsas. Soon after, the story turns to Sāmbha’s marriage and Balarāma’s dragging of Hastināpura. The Kauravas, enraged, complained: “This boy is ill-behaved; he has disregarded us and seized our unwilling daughter by force.” They resolved: “Let us bind this insolent one; what will the Vrishnis do? They, who enjoy the land given to us, accumulated by our favor. If the Vrishnis come here upon hearing that their son has been restrained, their pride will be broken and they will become peaceful, like well-controlled breaths.” Thus, Karna, Shala, Bhuri, Yajnaketu, and Suyodhana, supported by the elders of the Kurus, attempted to bind Sāmbha. Seeing the Dhartarashtras pursuing him, Sāmbha, the great chariot-warrior, seized his splendid bow and stood alone, like a lion. The angry Kurus, desiring to capture him, shouted “Stop! Stop!” and, approaching with bows, Karna and the others showered him with arrows. Although struck by the Kurus, Sāmbha, the best of the Yadus, did not tolerate it, just as a lion does not tolerate attacks from petty animals. Stringing his splendid bow, the hero wounded all six chariot-warriors, including Karna, with arrows, simultaneously and separately. With four arrows he struck four horses, with one each the charioteers, and the great bowmen on their chariots; for this, they honored him. But the Kurus made him chariotless: four struck four horses, one killed the charioteer, and another cut his bow. Having bound him and made him chariotless with difficulty in battle, the victorious Kurus entered their city with the prince and their own daughter. Hearing of these events from Narada, the Vrishnis became angry, and, urged by Ugrasena, prepared to confront the Kurus. But Balarāma, after pacifying the armed leaders of the Vrishnis, did not wish for conflict between the Kurus and Vrishnis, being the remover of discord. He went to Hastinapura in a radiant chariot, surrounded by Brahmins and elders of his lineage, shining like the moon among stars. Having reached Gajahvaya, Balarāma stayed in the outer gardens and sent Uddhava to inquire of Dhritarashtra. Uddhava, after respectfully greeting Ambika’s son, Bhishma, Drona, Bahlik, and Duryodhana according to custom, announced Balarāma’s arrival. Hearing that Balarāma, their dearest friend, had arrived, the Kurus were exceedingly pleased. After honoring him, they all approached with auspicious offerings. Meeting him properly, they presented him with the cow and water for worship; those who knew his greatness bowed their heads to Balarāma. Having heard that their relatives were well, and after inquiring about their welfare, Balarāma spoke words without hesitation: “Ugrasena, the lord of the earth—whatever command he gives, you should hear it with undisturbed mind and carry it out without delay. Though you are many, you bound the righteous one by unrighteous means, having defeated him; I tolerate this for the sake of unity among relatives.” The Kurus, provoked, heard Balarāma’s words, which were filled with vigor, heroism, and strength, and equal to his own power. They exclaimed, “Ah, how astonishing is this! By the unstoppable movement of time, one who wishes to ascend wears shoes while his head is adorned with a crown. These Vṛṣṇis, joined by youth, sharing beds, seats, and meals, have been made equal to us, and we have given them royal seats. They enjoy the fan, fly-whisk, conch, white umbrella, crown, throne, and bed, all due to our neglect. Enough of the Yādavas being marked by royal honors, bestowed by the donor, like nectar to serpents; those Yādavas, who have prospered by our favor, today command us, shamelessly. How could even Indra, with the Kurus—Bhīṣma, Droṇa, Arjuna, and others—seize what was not given, like a lion snatching prey in the forest?” Śrī Bādarāyaṇa explained: Their pride, inflated by birth, kinship, and wealth, made them arrogant, O best of the Bharatas. After speaking harsh words to Balarāma, those uncivil men entered the city. Seeing the wickedness of the Kurus and hearing their offensive words, Acyuta—anger blazing and difficult to look at—spoke repeatedly, laughing: “Surely, these wicked ones, puffed up with various kinds of pride, do not desire peace; for them, restraint is punishment, just as a stick is for animals. Ah, I have come here desiring peace, having gently calmed the enraged Yādus and Kṛṣṇa. These dull-minded, quarrelsome, wicked ones, repeatedly disregarded me and spoke disrespectful words, proud as they are.