In a former birth, O Brahmin, Jarasandha had been together with Kaliya, and Trishiras was reborn as a jackal—this jackal was known as Jambuka. When the sons of their enemy were slain, Devaki beheld Jambuka, who was now their foe. Then, out of deep affection, the portion of Krishna took up the heads of his parents. Smiling, the two spoke sweet words to each other, even though they were powerful souls abiding in bodies that had perished. At that moment, a goddess appeared, holding a sword in her hand. She placed the enemy, Jambuka, into a stone mechanism and declared, “O sons, crush your father’s enemy, Jambuka, the vilest of men. Pulverize his body with those oils prepared from intoxication.” The sons obeyed, and together with the queen and her son, they carried out her command. The queen, noticing a fragrance, found her lord afflicted. Her daughter, taking up a sword, confronted Balakhani, who was mighty-armed. In this way, Talanam, Devasimha, and also the portion of Rama acted. Then, using her powers of illusion, she swiftly bewildered Krishna’s portion, seized him, and cast his head onto the funeral pyre. At that moment, a voice rang out: “Hear, O Balakhani! The fruit of this, in marriage, must be experienced by the one who has committed sinful deeds.” All the soldiers, filled with great joy at their victory, made their way to the great city, their purpose accomplished. After these events, they returned to their own city. What happened next, O sage? In the month of Jyeshtha, they arrived home and celebrated with many musical instruments. Hearing of their return, King Parimala summoned his victorious sons and warriors. The king, gathering the mighty army of Balakhani, addressed them: “Receive from me wealth amounting to half a crore, and be happy. Each year, O powerful lord, take that wealth.” When the strong portion of Krishna reached the age of thirteen, on the thirteenth day of the bright fortnight in Bhadra, Ahlada set out with his younger brother. In the dark fortnight, Bindula, son of Vatsa, stationed himself in Harini. After two days, the four of them reached the sacred field of Gaya. There, hundreds upon hundreds of elephants and beautifully adorned chariots assembled, along with cows, gold, jewels, and various garments. Lakshavati, a courtesan, journeyed to the Badarika hermitage. When the full moon came, it was eclipsed by Rahu and shrouded in darkness. On the delightful Himalaya mountain, adorned with many minerals, Ratnabhānu was slain, and the valiant Netrasiṃha was overcome by fear. After twelve years, the god, in joy, bestowed the nectar called ḍhakkā. He gave this nectar to the king and spoke auspicious words: “Your enemies, O great warrior, will soon be destroyed.” Thereupon, he caused a city to be built, filled with people of all kinds. This city became famous as Netrasiṃhagaḍha on the land of Bhārata. It was protected by Netrasiṃha, who was as dear as a son, O sage. In time, the mighty king Netrasiṃha arrived—strong and masterful in all magic, by the boon of Kāmākṣī.