Having dressed themselves in garments that delighted their hearts, Kṛṣṇa and Saṅkarṣaṇa, radiant in their youthful beauty, distributed the remaining clothes among the cowherd boys who accompanied them, leaving some garments upon the ground. Soon after, a tailor, overjoyed by their presence, came forward and prepared for the two brothers splendid attire—garments of many colors and exquisite designs, perfectly suited to their forms. Clad in these diverse and beautiful clothes, Kṛṣṇa and Rāma shone resplendently, like two young elephants at a grand festival—one fair, one dark, each captivating in his own way. Pleased with the tailor’s devotion, the Lord bestowed upon him a form like His own, supreme good fortune in the world, strength, sovereignty, keen memory, and mastery over his senses. Their hearts full, the brothers then visited the house of Sudāmā, the garland-maker. When Sudāmā saw them, he rose at once and bowed low, touching his head to the ground in reverence. He brought seats for Kṛṣṇa, Rāma, and their companions, offering water for their feet, gifts, and other marks of honor. He worshipped them with fragrant garlands, betel, and ointments, fulfilling every custom of hospitality. With deep humility and joy, Sudāmā addressed them: “O Lord, your arrival has made my birth meaningful and purified my lineage. My ancestors and the gods themselves are pleased by your presence. You two are truly the supreme cause of the universe, descended in partial form for the welfare and prosperity of the world. Your vision is never partial, O friends and souls of all beings; you are equal to all, whether they worship you or are worshipped by you. Please command your servant—what may I do for you? To be instructed by you is the highest blessing one can receive.” Thinking thus, Sudāmā, his heart filled with joy, offered garlands woven from the finest and most fragrant flowers. Kṛṣṇa and Rāma, pleased and adorned with the garlands, granted boons to Sudāmā for his humble surrender. He asked for unwavering devotion to the all-pervading Self, friendship with the Lord’s devotees, and supreme compassion for all beings. Thus, granting him these blessings and also wealth to prosper his lineage, along with strength, long life, fame, and splendor, the Lord departed from Sudāmā’s house with His elder brother. Thus concludes the forty-first chapter, “Entry into the City,” in the first half of the tenth book of the Śrīmad Bhāgavatam, the great Purāṇa, scripture of the supreme renunciates. Śuka continued: Next, showing favor to Kubjā, breaking the great bow, and preparing the wrestling arena—these events unfolded as Mādhava walked along the royal road. There, he saw a young woman with a lovely face, carrying a vessel of fragrant ointment. This was Kubjā, also called Trivakra. Smiling and delighted, Kṛṣṇa addressed her as she passed: “Who are you, beautiful one? What is this fragrant ointment? Whose maid are you? Please tell us. Apply this excellent ointment to our limbs—by this, your good fortune will soon arise.” The woman replied, “O handsome one, I am a maidservant approved by Kaṃsa, and my name is Trivakra. I prepare ointments, especially cherished by the Bhoja king. But truly, who besides you two is worthy of such ointment?” Captivated by their beauty, charm, sweet smiles, and gentle speech, Kubjā gladly applied the rich, aromatic ointment to both brothers. Adorned with the ointment, which gleamed with a hue different from their own, Kṛṣṇa and Balarāma appeared even more radiant and enchanting. Pleased, the Lord resolved to reward Kubjā for her devotion. Placing His feet upon hers, and gently lifting her chin with His upturned fingers, Kṛṣṇa drew her upright and straightened her bent form. Instantly, by the touch of Mukunda, Kubjā was transformed—her body straight and graceful, with broad hips and full breasts, her beauty now exquisite. Endowed with newfound beauty, virtues, and generosity, Kubjā, her heart awakened with longing, drew Kṛṣṇa’s upper garment and, smiling, spoke to Him: “Come, hero, let us go to my house; I cannot bear to let you go. My heart is stirred by you—please, best of men, be gracious to me.” Kṛṣṇa, smiling as Balarāma and the others looked on, replied, “O lovely-browed one, I will come to your house. When our purpose here is fulfilled, you shall be the refuge for us wanderers.” With these sweet words, Kṛṣṇa continued along the merchant’s road with Balarāma, honored by the townspeople with gifts of betel, garlands, and perfumes. The women of the city, overwhelmed by His beauty and presence, lost all awareness of themselves—their clothes, hair, and bangles slipping, as if they were painted figures come to life. Acyuta then inquired about the location of the great bow and entered its hall. There He beheld the wondrous bow, radiant like that of Indra, guarded by many men and worshipped for its splendor. Though the guards tried to restrain Him, Kṛṣṇa seized the bow with playful ease, lifting it with His left hand. Before the astonished crowd, He strung it in a moment and drew it back, then broke it in two as effortlessly as an elephant snaps a stalk of sugarcane. The thunderous sound of the bow breaking filled the sky, earth, and all directions. Hearing it, Kaṃsa was seized with terror. The guards, furious, rushed upon Kṛṣṇa, shouting to seize and slay Him. But Balarāma and Kṛṣṇa, angered by their aggression, took up fragments of the bow and struck down the assailants, killing them all. Having vanquished Kaṃsa’s force, the brothers joyfully left the hall and wandered through the city, marveling at its grandeur. The citizens, witnessing their extraordinary valor, brilliance, confidence, and divine forms, regarded them as the foremost among the gods. As the sun set, Kṛṣṇa and Balarāma, accompanied by the cowherds, returned from the city to their wagon. The gopīs, feeling the pain of separation from Mukunda, offered heartfelt blessings in Mathurā. Even Lakṣmī, upon beholding the beauty of the best among men, abandoned all others and desired only Him. That night, after having their feet washed and partaking of food mixed with milk, Kṛṣṇa and Balarāma rested happily, fully aware of Kaṃsa’s intentions. Meanwhile, Kaṃsa, upon hearing of the breaking of the bow, the destruction of his guards, and the wondrous deeds of Govinda and Rāma, was deeply disturbed, his mind filled with fear.