In that sacred place, the devotees observed vows and practices dedicated to Mādhava, the beloved of Kṛṣṇa. With devotion, they offered flowers, incense, and lamps suitable to the season, performing every rite as prescribed. Their sustenance came only from roots, tubers, and fruits, and they were careful not to harm any living being. Pleased by their devotion, the goddess granted them a beautiful boon—listen attentively to this marvel. She bestowed upon the god the knowledge of time, and upon the king, the profound knowledge of Brahman. With their purposes fulfilled, the god and the king returned to their respective homes. In due course, the goddess gave birth to a dark-complexioned son, marked by auspicious signs, who was a portion of Sātyaki himself. When the month of Āṣāḍha arrived, another was born—a portion of Kṛṣṇa, known as the horse-borne one. Upon seeing the beautiful city, vibrant and attended by all four social orders, this son gave gold generously to the twice-born, satisfying both the Brahmins and the gods. He respectfully bowed to his wise maternal uncle and to the other elders present in the assembly. But then, by the king’s command, the warriors readied themselves for imprisonment. The wicked-minded ruler, having deluded the king, set his plans in motion. Meanwhile, the hero was awakened by the divine power of Māyā. This heroic and mighty warrior, mounted on a horse, slew five hundred adversaries, reached the city on earth, and set his mind on quenching his thirst. At the well, he saw noble women filling their water pots, and, captivated by their beauty, they began to enchant him with their charms. Gathering his resolve, the mighty one went to the forest, vanquished his enemy, and bound both foes. Upon hearing sorrowful words, he abandoned his own city and departed. Learning of these events, King Parimala bestowed wealth upon the twice-born. When the eleventh year arrived, during the dark half of the month and a time of war-madness, the king, fearful, offered the proper tribute to his sister. His sister, having witnessed her brother’s distress, came to him. Resolute, he declared, “Today, with my own forces, I will go to that great city.” With these words, he summoned the mighty Dhundhukara. Many heroes, mounted on horses and camels, joined them, their strength formidable. But Devasimha, who understood the proper time, learned of the enemy’s approach. Hearing this, King Parimala was agitated and filled with fear. Yet he resolved, “Today, I, along with Dhundhukara and his army, will face the great king.” Having spoken thus and bowed in respect, he assumed command of the army, O sage. With a force of four hundred thousand, they marched to battle. There, intoxicated with the fervor of war, they terrified all their enemies. Raising a tumultuous sound, they advanced, equipped with three thousand and five thousand machines for hurling missiles. An army of sixty thousand approached their own realm. The timid fled, while the heroes, the Valakhilyas, scattered in all ten directions. Horses crashed against horses, and camels collided with camels. Witnessing their mighty armies being overcome, the Hāhā spirits cried out in despair. Brahmanda, wielding his arrows, sent many enemies to the abode of Yama. Balakhani, with his sword, struck down the Krishnas as well.