Hearing the words spoken by Suyodhana regarding Shalya’s portion, Ahlada became the instrument of deception in this matter. I have learned from the foremost of the gods that you all are partial incarnations, the king declared, and so, following the custom of his lineage, he resolved to give his daughter to the one who embodied the portion of Rama. With these instructions, Ahlada set about his task, and the king, resorting to cunning, gathered a thousand kings within a grand pavilion, assembling his own forces alongside them. As the marriage contest began, Yogasimha took up an excellent sword in the first round. Observing this, the wise Talana spoke out, “What you have done is not proper; it is not right for armed men to contend against those who are unarmed.” Upon hearing this, the portion of Krishna entered Yogasimha. During the third round, Vijaya blocked the path of happiness, but Rupan swiftly seized him, and a fierce struggle broke out between their forces. In the fifth round, Talana himself mounted against the many assembled kings. Amidst these tumultuous events, the god who perceives the flow of time arrived. There, Krishna’s portion and Bindula both desired the same outcome. Alongside them were the brother of Hari, Balakhani, and Harinagara. Under the cover of night, these mighty ones slew the king’s army and bound their lord as well. Their own army soon arrived—fearless and stronger than before. They chained together the five deceitful kings. Among these was Netrasiṃha, the noble brother and lord of Sundarāraṇya. At that time, Harānanda, mighty in battle, also arrived, and with him came the vast army of Netrasiṃha, numbering four hundred thousand. A terrible battle ensued, involving five hundred thousand and seven hundred thousand warriors. In the end, half of the enemy’s forces, those who survived the slaughter, fled the field. Astonished by the enemy’s overwhelming strength, Harānanda, skilled in Rudra’s magical arts, devoted himself to meditation on Śiva. Drawing upon the magic of Śambara, which can assume many forms, he transformed all the opposing kings into stone and then approached them. With his son, his eldest brother, and the king at the head of his full force, they pressed on. In the midst of these events, a woman wept aloud, meditating on the goddess who assumes any form at will. The World-Mother, pleased by her devotion, awakened those who had fainted. Even while bound, the lord spoke for himself, and the woman declared, “Today I become a parrot, and you are situated in the moon.” Having spoken thus, she indeed became a parrot, endowed with a portion of Krishna. She then comforted him and described the glories of Krishna’s portion. After slaying a hundred thousand guards, she went to her brother. Knowing the sweetness of the full-moon night, all became eager. When their vows of bathing, meditation, and other rites were complete, they returned home. Upon reaching the ocean’s shore, they held a great festival; and on the fifth day of the dark half of Caitra, they returned again to their own abode. Messengers, mounted on camels and eager to ensure their welfare, traveled on the fifth day of the bright half of Vaiśākha and returned to their homes. Malanā and the king celebrated a great festival in every house, performing the rites and giving wealth to the brāhmaṇas. Sūta then continued: In the fourteenth year, regarding the portion of Krishna, listen to what transpired. In the age of Kali, Krishna’s portion took birth and dwelt in the womb of Svarṇavatī. On the ninth day of the bright half of Caitra, at midday on a Thursday, that excellent son was born. The gods and hosts of sages proclaimed his arrival, and he was given the name Indulo. With great joy, Āhlāda performed all the birth rituals and ceremonies for the child. When a son was born to Indule, after two months on earth, the women, their bodies anointed with oil and affection, saw the son of Netrasiṃha. Hundreds of dancers, adorned in vibrant colors, gathered to celebrate. After seven nights, Yogasiṃha returned home, and out of fatherly affection, he took his son away by his own power. The goddess Śacī, filled with love, nursed the child at her own breast. Indu, radiant as nectar, grew into a splendid form. The boy, having mastered his father’s knowledge, attained excellence.