Not yesterday but now

Chapter 3 : Paths of Destiny

The festival in Panchal had reached its final days, yet the air remained thick with festivity. Garlands of marigold, jasmine, and lotus swayed gently in the morning breeze, each flower threaded with care, exuding a fragrance that mingled with the crisp scent of sandalwood and incense. Bells tolled from distant temples, the echo carried by the wind to every courtyard.

Musicians practiced tirelessly for the final performances, their rhythms blending with the chatter of children, the soft laughter of noblewomen, and the murmur of priests reciting blessings for the fire-born prince and princess.

This festival was not just celebration, it was the commemoration of a miracle, the birth of Draupadi and Dhrishtadyumna from the sacred yagna. Their arrival was considered divine, a testimony to the power of devotion and destiny entwined.

The Pandavas, accompanied by Kunti, traversed the forested edges of Panchal, clad in simple garments, their faces partially veiled. Survival, discretion, and observation had become their daily lessons, and the festival presented both risk and opportunity.

"Perhaps it is wise to move closer, yet keep our presence hidden," Yudhisthir said, his tone measured. "There may be insight or sanctuary here."

The dense forest opened to a clearing, where a crowd had gathered at the central square. Initially, panic pricked their hearts, the gathering seemed chaotic, like some emergency had drawn everyone together. Yet the scene that unfolded was ceremonial.

Dignitaries and commoners alike lined the streets, offerings placed carefully in front of the newborn princes, musicians tuning their instruments, dancers practicing steps with delicate precision, and priests moving solemnly with chants of praise.

Kunti's face lost its glow. Her hands trembled as her gaze fell on a figure commanding the square. Karn. The golden armor gleamed under the morning sun, the earring that had once been a mark of divine blessing reflected light like fire. Her eyes widened, the realization hitting her heart like a thunderbolt. Memories of her lost motherhood, of the choices she had made without knowing the consequences, surged through her.

This was her firstborn, the child who had shaped her experience of motherhood for the first time.
Arjun's voice barely whispered, "We are in great danger. If he identifies us, everything is lost."

"Then stay casual," Bheem advised, calm and firm. "We cannot afford to draw attention. Let him not notice us, and we shall remain unseen."

Nakul tilted his head, curiosity edging his voice. "Why would he be here?"

Arjun explained softly, "Karn's presence in Panchal is not by chance. He is expanding Anga's alliances. His journey is a political and economic strategy: fostering trade, building influence, ensuring neighboring kingdoms respect and cooperate with Anga's resources. Anga is rich, fertile lands, strategic location, horses, minerals, and a disciplined army. By visiting Panchal, he not only strengthens trade but also ensures political stability. His actions prevent future conflicts, create loyalty, and expand the kingdom's soft power."

The Pandavas remained partially hidden, observing as Karn moved with a composed authority. He distributed wealth and garments to the commoners with quiet humility, engaged with soldiers and officials with fairness, and listened intently to complaints and advice.

His command of diplomacy was precise yet humane, every action calculated but not ostentatious. Even his trusted commander, Rana, a master swordsman, followed his guidance without hesitation.
Bheem's curiosity could not be contained.

"Who is that behind him? That swordsman?" Asked Nakul.

Yudhisthir answered in a measured tone, "That is Rana. He is Karn's trusted commander. His skill with the sword is unparalleled, his discipline, unwavering. Karn chose him because he is fair and capable, and because he refuses to let another deserving man go unrecognized. Just as Karn himself was denied acknowledgment in his youth, he now ensures that merit is rewarded, not overlooked. Rana commands respect, yet his loyalty is earned by Karn's recognition of his worth."