And the dog ran howling to his masters. And they were very angry; for said they, “Someone who can shoot has sent this arrow into the dog’s mouth.” And they made the dog show them the way to the shrine, and there was Ekalavya shooting ceaselessly.
Ekalavya at the shrine
“Who are you,” said the princes, “who have skill in shooting even as ourselves?”
“I am Ekalavya,” said he, “a pupil of the great Master-Archer Drona.”
So the princes went and told Drona, and he came back with them to the shrine in the forest.
“How say you,” said Drona, “that you are my pupil?”
“Because I have taught myself to shoot, thinking only of you and your great skill in shooting.”
Then said Drona, “If you are my pupil, give me the fee due to a Master.”
“Most gladly,” said Ekalavya, a great joy in his face. “Ask what you will. I have nothing I would not give with all my heart.”