Reading Notes - Wilson. The Five Tall Sons of Pandu

Reading Notes - Wilson. The Five Tall Sons of Pandu - Section 5

While Pandavas are in exile, the eldest son of the king who exiled them comes to mock them. He eventually needs their help to escape some monsters.
The wife of one of the brothers is in danger of being abducted.
They rescue her.
They visit wise men who tell them stories of heroes.

The Pandavas spend their last year of exile in disguise in the court of a king.
They take up inconspicuous jobs.
The kings cattle gets stolen.
The prince asks for a chariot to go into battle to take back the cattle.
Arjuna offers.
The prince thinks he is only a dance teacher, but agrees to let arjuna go.
Arjuna takes the prince to the place the Pandavas have stashed their weapons.

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