Reading Notes: Mahabharata Part C

Reading Notes: Mahabharata Part C - Karna and Indra

Indra knew that Karna had armor that made him invincible. Wanting to protect Arjuna, wanted to get his hands on Karna's Armor. So Indra disguised himself as a brahmin and demanded that Karna give him his armor. Karna refused. Karna knew the brahmin was Indra and told him that if he wanted his armor, that Indra would have to give him something in return. Indra said he would give him anything but his lightning bolt. Karna asked for an invincible dart. Indra agreed. The dart was capable of killing many weak foes, or one strong foe. And that if it was used in anger, it would kill the user.

I would like to retell this as a crossroads demon style tale of sorts. a chracter in Indra's place comes asking for something, A demon in Karna's place agrees to give it to them, for a price.

Karna and Indra

Source: IYadav

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PDE Mahabharata

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