Six days old, commander-in-chief
Tale 1 of 4Taraka's boon had been drafted with an ascetic's cunning: death only by a son of Shiva, who had none, and whose grief promised none forever. Armoured in that impossibility the demon farmed the three worlds, and Indra's armies broke against him age after age. When the impossible son finally lay in the reeds, the gods did not wait for him to grow up; the crisis conscripted the infant, and the infant accepted.
The Purana enjoys the arithmetic: six days from birth, Skanda was consecrated Devasenapati, heaven's armies in the hands of a child the stars were still nursing. The war that followed shook the seas; Taraka fell to the vel; and the tradition drew its double lesson. For tyrants: your safety-clause is always growing up somewhere. For the young: capability is not a birthday. When dharma appoints you, six days is seniority enough.
Told in: Skanda Purana; Shiva Purana's Kumara khanda




