Ekalavya was standing there- a
dark complexioned young man looking like a chiseled creation, there was the bow in his
left hand and an arrow in the right.
The princes wondered: Was this youngster really the one who shot those arrows? How did
he acquire his training? Who taught him to use the arrows with such precision in this
forest?
Arjuna felt restless. Here was a person matching him. He felt deflated.
The princes asked Ekalavya: Are you the person who sent down those arrows into the
dog's mouth?'
'Yes.'
'Who are you? What's your name?
'I am the son of Hiranyadhanu, the king of Nishada. I am the chieftain of this forest.
Ekalavya is my name.
'Your prowess in archery is tremendous. Who is your master?'
'My master is Dronacharya' rep Ekalavya humbly, Arjuna was taken aback at the mention
of Drona's name. Is this true? Could his dear teacher teach so much to an aboriginal boy?
If so, what about the Master's promise to him?