When morning came, Ashvatthaman wanted to leave the camp. He was then covered with human blood, and he held of sword so firmly that his hand and sword, O Fing, becaine one.
प्रत्यूषकाले शिविरात् प्रतिगन्तुमियेष सः। नृशोणितावसिक्तस्य द्रौणेरासीदसित्सरुः॥ पाणिना सह संश्लिष्ट एकीभूत इव प्रभो।