After the grand Rajasuya sacrifice, King Yudhishthira, splendidly dressed in fine silk and adorned with beautiful ornaments, honored the officiants, sages, and brahmins with gifts of garments and jewels. His devotion to Narayana shone through as he repeatedly showed respect and affection to his relatives, acquaintances, visiting kings, friends, and all others gathered. The entire assembly sparkled with divine radiance. Men wore jeweled earrings, garlands, turbans, jackets, fine cloth, and precious necklaces. The women, their faces glowing with beauty, were adorned with pairs of earrings, groups of bangles, and golden girdles. All present seemed to shine with an otherworldly brilliance. The officiants, virtuous sages, and learned brahmins, together with the assembled kings from every class—brahmin, kshatriya, vaishya, and shudra—gathered in that sacred place. The gods, sages, ancestors, spirits, and guardians of the worlds, along with their attendants, having been honored, gave their blessings and returned to their own realms. The royal sages could not tire of praising Haridasa’s magnificent Rajasuya, much as a mortal never tires of drinking nectar. When the ceremonies concluded, King Yudhishthira, full of affection, bid farewell to his friends, relatives, and kinsmen—and, with reluctant heart, to Krishna as well. The Blessed Lord Krishna, source of joy for his dear ones, remained for a time, after sending the Yadu heroes—including Samba and others—back to Kusasthali. Thus, Yudhishthira, son of Dharma, crossed the vast ocean of his cherished desires—a journey so difficult to traverse—and, with Krishna’s help, became free from distress. One day, within the palace, Duryodhana beheld the splendor of the Rajasuya and felt tormented by its greatness and the glory of Lord Achyuta. In that place, where the wealth of kings, demons, and gods—arranged by the Creator—shone forth, Krishna stood beside Draupadi, the daughter of Drupada, and Kururaja’s heart was ensnared and troubled. At that time, a thousand queens of Madhupati, with their graceful forms, softly tinkling anklets, and radiant faces adorned with crimson necklaces, beautiful earrings, and flowing locks, surrounded Krishna. In the assembly hall built by Maya, the emperor Yudhishthira sat surrounded by followers, kinsmen, and Krishna, who watched with his own eyes. Seated on a golden throne, like Indra himself, endowed with supreme prosperity, Yudhishthira was praised by bards. Duryodhana, proud and surrounded by his brothers, wore a crown and garland, and sat with sword in hand, casting it down in anger. Bewildered by Maya’s illusion, Duryodhana grasped the edge of a garment on the floor, thinking it was water, but it was dry; and in the water, he mistook it for solid ground. Bhima laughed at him upon seeing this, as did the women and other kings. Though Yudhishthira tried to restrain their laughter, Krishna approved it. Ashamed and burning with anger, Duryodhana left silently for Gajaha, his face downcast. Among the virtuous, a great cry of "Alas!" arose, and Ajatasatru was troubled in mind. The Blessed Lord remained silent, wishing to relieve the earth’s burden, and watched with wandering eyes. O King, thus I have told you what you asked about—the wickedness of Suyodhana at the great Rajasuya sacrifice. Thus ends the seventy-fifth chapter, called "The Humbling of Duryodhana’s Pride," in the glorious Bhagavata Purana. Now, hear another wondrous deed of Krishna. Shri Shuka spoke: Listen, O King, to how the playful, bodyless Lord slew the lord of Saubha. Shalva, friend of Shishupala, had come to the wedding of Rukmini. He was defeated in battle by the Yadus, as were Jarasandha and others. Before all the assembled kings, Shalva made a vow: “I will make the earth free of the Yadavas—witness my valor.” Having uttered this foolish vow, Shalva worshipped the Lord, master of creatures, by swallowing a handful of dust just once. At the end of a year, the gracious Lord Shiva, husband of Uma, being easily pleased, offered Shalva a boon, for he had come seeking refuge. Shalva chose a vehicle, terrifying to the Vrishnis—a conveyance that could go anywhere at will and could not be destroyed by gods, demons, humans, Gandharvas, serpents, or Rakshasas. “So be it,” said Girisha. As instructed, Maya, conqueror of enemy cities, constructed an iron city called Saubha and gave it to Shalva. Having obtained this formidable, wish-fulfilling, and impenetrable vehicle, Shalva set out for Dvaravati, remembering his enmity with the Vrishnis. O best of the Bharatas, Shalva besieged the city with his great army, destroying all the suburbs and gardens. He attacked the gates and towers, palaces, balconies, pleasure grounds, and lofty mansions, showering them with weapons. Stones, trees, thunderbolts, serpents, and gravel rained down, and a fierce whirlwind arose, covering the directions with dust. As Krishna’s city was being harassed by Saubha, it found no peace, just as the earth did when attacked by Tripura. Seeing his people afflicted, the glorious and heroic Pradyumna mounted his chariot and declared, “Do not fear!” Satyaki, Charudeshna, Samba, Akrura with his younger brother, Hardikya, Bhanuvinda, Gada, Shuka, Sarana, and others—great archers and commanders—joined him, armed and protected, with chariots, elephants, horses, and infantry. A tumultuous and hair-raising battle began between the Shalvas and the Yadus, like the clash between gods and demons. Pradyumna, son of Rukmini, wielded divine weapons and in a moment destroyed all the magical illusions of the lord of Saubha, just as the sun dispels the darkness of night. He pierced the commander of Shalva’s army with twenty-five arrows, each with golden shafts and iron tips, well made at the joints. With a hundred arrows he struck Shalva himself; with single arrows, his soldiers; with ten arrows each, their leaders; and with three arrows each, their vehicles. Witnessing this wondrous and mighty feat of the great-souled Pradyumna, all the soldiers—both friend and foe—honored him.