Bhima stared. He could not believe his ears. Yudhistira's words echoed in his mind, replaying and reverberating there.
"I allow you, by the rules of dharma, to choose your warrior."
The moment the words had passed from Yudhistira's lips, Bhima knew that he would have to fight one more battle that day. Any other time, in any other place, Bhima would have given anything to fight Duryodhana. But now Bhima felt the weight of Yudhistira's words on his heart like a death sentence. And that was what they were. Yudhistira would have known, had he taken but one moment to think of the ramifications of his so called "nobility."
"Yudhistira, you know I cannot win this fight. Not by the rules you have set forth. Duryodhana's skill will the mace far surpasses my own, and I am wearied after this long day of battle."
"Bhima my brother- you are the the best warrior I know. I trust Krishna will guide your hand in this battle." Yudhistira replied.
"Yudhistira- open your eyes! By your own rules of dharma, Krishna may not intervene. I will not win this battle. This fight would mean my death."
"And yet you must fight. Dharma holds you to it. Duryodhana has chosen you to face him on the field, and at sundown, you will meet him there."
Yudhistira turned, letting the rays of the evening sun wash over his face. Bhima stared. He didn't understand how Yudhistira could be so blind. Even now, after everything that they had been through. Bhima had thought that Yudhistira might have learned- learned that his actions had ripples that spread far beyond himself. His own brother had sentenced him to die. He took a deep breath, his heart breaking.
Bhima was not going to die for a king in whom he no longer believed. His life would not be forfeit to a false king.
Bibliography: Public Domain Mahabharata. Story: Duryodhana Falls


