On the tenth day of the bright half of the month of Isha, a great assembly of kings gathered in the splendid city of Kanyakubja. The air was thick with anticipation, for at that time, a certain noble soul longed to see Krishnaamsha, the divine portion of Krishna. This was the one who had conquered the king of the earth—an illustrious ruler honored by all the worlds. He spoke to his bowed brother, saying, “Listen, O Shuklayaśaskara. How do you wish to remove the title of king of kings?” The gathered kings, surrounded by their own armies, stood united. They knew that Krishnaamsha was residing in the city called Shirisha, and so they sought him out, beholding his radiant face, serene as a blossoming lotus. Then, the king, angered, addressed the assembled rulers: “His two powerful parents met their death in Mahishmati. A king named Jambuka, along with the people of Narmada, placed their bodies upon a stone slab and crushed them.” He continued, “Even now, those two heroes remain, crying out ‘Alas, son!’ Their rise is known to be in vain; their fame, though beloved, is fruitless.” Upon hearing these words, Krishna’s portion, humble and composed, addressed the kings. He recounted the battle that had taken place with that king, along with the Mlecchas and Narashanas. There, the Mlecchas were slain, and this renowned tale is still remembered. He added, “Today, the maternal uncle has spoken of the recent death of those two.” Having spoken thus, Krishna’s portion quickly turned to his mother. Hearing those words, harsh as thunder, his mother wept bitterly. Krishnaamsha, having learned of his father’s murder and the deeds of Jambuka, the servant of Shiva, meditated deeply. He called out, “Victory, victory, victory to you, Mother of the World—Bhavani, who are indeed the mother of all worlds, gods, ancestors, and sages!” With this meditation, Krishna’s portion retired to his abode, enchanting all and drawing them to his side. Soon, Talana arrived swiftly, leading an army of four hundred thousand. At the same time, Balakhani came, accompanied by an army of one hundred thousand. Seeing these prepared warriors and their armies gathered in the garden, Krishnaamsha comforted the distressed king with joyful words. Seizing the army of one hundred thousand, Krishnaamsha became its lord. There were five thousand banners waving and a thousand carpenters at work. The forces included three hundred thousand horses and ten thousand camels. Talana was appointed commander of the entire army, Balakhani became leader of the cavalry, and Krishnaamsha was made chief of the infantry. The king of the Malanas, after bowing in respect, bestowed many gifts upon them. By then, only half a day had passed for those seeking battle, and the mighty warriors stationed their army, fearless and resolute. According to the opinion of Devasiṃha, those yogis assumed their roles at that time. Maḍḍudhārī shone like a god, and Talana held the vīṇā. Standing before their mother, they danced, overwhelmed with love. Seeing their mother enchanted, they experienced immense joy. After bowing to her, they all departed for the auspicious city of Māhiṣmatī. Together with the messenger, they proceeded to the enemy’s house, intent on their mission. Krishnaamsha, the enchanter of all, rendered the queen unconscious. She beheld the beautiful form—the supreme man, dark-bodied and radiant. Seeing the woman thus arrived, Krishnaamsha spoke to her with gentle words.