import { Lightbox } from 'svelte-lightbox'Ashvamedha- the Horse Sacrifice. A new ritual that had never been practiced in Aryavarta before, or anywhere else for that matter. That would stamp his authority over the land- Rshi Vasishtha had insisted. And now Bharata was explaining it to his sons.“Ikshvaku had the right idea,” he said to them, “But his vision was too small. He willingly allowed the Sindhu to be his western boundary, and the Sarasvati his eastern. Perhaps nature played its part as well, for rivers were not as easily tamed in those days as they are now; and even now we are only mildly better. But the fact remains that today we need not limit ourselves such. Yes, crossing the Sindhu still remains a barrier, because the Suryavansha have made an enemy of the Dasas. But the Ganga and Yamuna are open to us, and I will not leave them to other, lesser men.”Suhotra nodded eagerly, agreeing with every word. “From the Sarasvati to the end of the Ganga, you must unite all of this land under one rule, father.”“That is too much for one man to achieve in his lifetime,” Sunahotra said, eyes narrowed. Then the younger son looked to his father. “But as a dynasty, we can unite...
Aśvamedha
A grand aśvamedha by a grand dynasty, presented as a visual story.
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