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The army, led by a general who knew no fatigue, reached the camp prepared beforehand.
Then, as the midday sun dimmed the radiance of the women's faces in the palace, the Emperor Bharat reached the camp.
He rode in a divine chariot, shaded by a canopy of precious gems, and felt no discomfort from the heat.
Bharat, who had engaged in various conversations with elders along the way, was unaware of the distance he had covered.
His divine power ensured that the chariot's wheels caused no jolts, and the speed did not tire him.
The wind generated by the chariot's speed billowed the flag, seemingly guiding the way for the army following behind.
Other kings, their bodies aching from the jolting journey, struggled to reach Bharat's chariot.
Those who wished to enter the camp with Bharat urged their swift horses forward, covering the remaining distance quickly.
From afar, Bharat saw the tents and pavilions surrounding the camp, their splendor drawing smiles.
He observed the vast pavilions, supported by silver pillars, which seemed to alleviate the suffering of the people, like benevolent beings.
People wondered from a distance, "Are these lotus flowers on the ground, or flocks of swans?"
Bharat also saw the various structures erected for the encampment of his vassals.
He surveyed the thorny bushes surrounding the tents, thinking to himself, "In my kingdom, free of thorns, these would be considered thorns."