Dawn broke over Rajagriha, its sky streaked with crimson and gold. The city was hushed, as if holding its breath. Today, the council's challenge would be met—not with words, but with strength and skill. For the first time in years, the palace grounds would become an arena, and the fate of alliances would hang on the deeds of a chosen few.
Servants tiptoed through the corridors, laying out ceremonial weapons and banners. The great courtyard was transformed: sand raked smooth, stands erected for the watching kings and their courts, and a sacred fire kindled at the arena's edge.
Padmavati and Vasumati oversaw the arrangements, their calm efficiency masking the tension beneath. Arya, ever watchful, coordinated the guards and ensured no rival faction could exploit the day's chaos for their own ends.
Sumana, Asti, and Udayan watched the preparations with wide eyes. Udayan, unable to contain his excitement, whispered, "Will we see a true duel? Like in the old stories?"
Sumana replied, "This is more than a story. It's a test for everyone—kings and kingdoms alike."
In the council hall, the rulers of Aryavarta gathered to name their champions. Malwa's king chose his own nephew, a broad-shouldered warrior with a reputation for ferocity. Vatsa's noblewoman selected a famed archer, her confidence in his skill clear. Kosala's prince nominated a wrestler from his own guard, a man whose strength was whispered about in every market.
Drupada of Panchala surprised many by stepping forward himself. "Let none say Panchala hides behind others," he declared. "I will stand for my house."
All eyes turned to Jarasandha. The murmurs grew as he rose, his bearing calm but resolute.
"Magadha will not hide behind proxies," he said. "If this council seeks to test our strength, let it be tested openly. I, Jarasandha, will be Magadha's champion."
A hush fell over the hall. Even his rivals could not hide their respect—or their apprehension.
Arya moved swiftly, conferring with Malini and the palace guard captain. "Double the watch on the armory and the royal quarters. No one moves in or out without my word. Today is not just about the arena—our enemies may seek advantage elsewhere."
Malini nodded, already slipping into the shadows.
Padmavati approached Arya quietly. "Do you trust the council's honor?"
Arya's reply was measured. "I trust our vigilance more than their honor, Maharani. But today, the eyes of Aryavarta are upon us. Open treachery would cost them dearly."
As the sun climbed higher, the champions assembled in the arena. Priests invoked the blessings of the gods, anointing each contestant with sacred oils. The crowd—nobles, envoys, and commoners alike—filled the stands, their voices a low hum of anticipation.
Jarasandha stood at the center, his gaze steady. Across from him, Drupada met his eyes with a warrior's respect. The other champions flexed their muscles and checked their weapons, each determined to seize glory for their house.
The rules were simple: a series of contests—archery, wrestling, and feats of strength and endurance. The champion who prevailed would win not only honor but the right to shape the council's outcome.
From a balcony above, Sumana, Asti, and Udayan watched in silence. Udayan gripped the railing, his knuckles white. "Do you think your father will win?"
Sumana's answer was quiet but sure. "He doesn't fight only for himself. He fights for all of us."
Asti, her eyes never leaving the arena, added, "And for Magadha's future."
The archery trial began. Targets were set at impossible distances, and each champion took their turn. Vatsa's archer was flawless, splitting arrows and drawing cheers. Drupada's skill was evident, his arrows flying true. Jarasandha's turn came last. He drew the bow with practiced ease, his arrows striking dead center, calm, precise, unerring.
The crowd erupted in applause. The rivals exchanged respectful nods, the contest off to a fierce but honorable start.
As dusk settled, the first day of contests ended with no clear victor. The champions would rest, and tomorrow would bring the trials of strength and endurance.
In the royal chambers, Jarasandha gathered with Padmavati, Vasumati, and Arya. "Tomorrow, the true test begins. But today, we have shown Aryavarta that Magadha stands unafraid."
Padmavati placed a reassuring hand on his arm. "And whatever comes, you do not stand alone."
Outside, the city buzzed with excitement and rumor. In the shadows, Arya's agents watched and waited, ready for whatever the night might bring.