After enduring many kinds of suffering within the confines of the prison, the virtuous king listened to the words of the noble-hearted and addressed his treasurer. Together with his brother-in-law, he performed auspicious rites, accompanied by songs and musical instruments, seeking the blessings of Lord Satyanarayana, who is known to grant visible results even in the age of Kali. The virtuous man replied urgently, “Quickly send the boats.” But he confessed, “O master, I have no wealth; only leaves and such fill my stores.” Hearing this, the ascetic responded, “So be it,” and spoke words of assurance. Yet, when the boats were sent, they contained no wealth, and the virtuous man grew anxious. His mind was greatly distressed, as if struck by a thunderbolt, and overcome by faintness, he lamented again and again. In his despair, he took the cloth from his neck and bowed to the ascetic, saying, “O lord of gods, or whoever you are, I do not know your power.” The ascetic gently admonished him, “Abandon foolishness, O virtuous one; do not utter vain words.” Still, the virtuous man did not comprehend the great wealth that had been granted. Earlier, when King Candracūḍa worshipped Satyanarayana, he had forgotten what he requested, and now suffered in vain. Neglecting the Lord, how could he hope to attain what was right? Suddenly, the virtuous man recognized the ascetic as Satyanarayana himself, and praised him with faltering speech: “You, who are the truth of the universe, I bow to you, the truth. Those whose minds are deluded by your maya do not perceive their own auspiciousness. I am foolish, blinded by pride in wealth, my eyes clouded by intoxication. Forgive my wickedness; O abode of austerity, O Hari, I bow to you.” Having thus praised the Lord, he placed laksha coins before his priest. Satisfied, Narayana spoke: “May your wishes be fulfilled. At the end, attaining my presence, you will rejoice with me.” With these words, Vishnu disappeared, and the virtuous one returned to his hermitage. As he neared the city, he quickly sent word to the hermitage. The virtuous one, accompanied by his son-in-law, having accomplished his purpose, arrived. The lady entrusted the burden of worship to her daughter and went to the boat’s edge. Kalavati, however, disregarded the grace and quickly departed. Because of this disregard, the boat’s captain witnessed a calamity: the son-in-law was submerged, and he lamented, falling unconscious. Kalavati, seeing this, also fell to the ground, unconscious. Crying out, she pleaded, “Alas, O master, beloved, knower of dharma, skillful in compassion, why has half of my husband gone? How can half a body live?” With lotus eyes, she wept, her tears adorned like strings of pearls and buds. In her agony, she called, “Alas, O Satyanarayana, ocean of truth, lift me up, for I am submerged in separation.” The Lord responded, “O virtuous one, let Kalavati quickly offer my grace.” Hearing these words from the sky, she was astonished and did as instructed. There, the holy man was filled with great joy and supreme devotion. By the power of that vow, he was surrounded by sons and grandsons.