Old as the epics and twice as stern, he trained princes and killers alike, and his lessons outlived empires. The bow in his hand was not a hunter’s tool but a measure of discipline: every arrow a rebuke, every pull of the string a question only the worthy could answer. Against Kalki he loosed not volleys but verdicts, forcing the boy to prove his aim in more than battle. Even as his body failed, his final lesson held—that mastery is not in the strike, but in the patience to draw.
