By his own profound yogic power, Krishnaamsha drank up the supreme wind-missile that had been hurled against him. Witnessing such a formidable adversary, the mighty son of Indra stood amazed at what he beheld. Once more, by his mastery of yoga, Krishnaamsha rendered that weapon utterly ineffective. Then, summoning his yogic might, Krishnaamsha gathered all the surrounding waters into his mouth. With a clear mind, mighty arms, and senses under perfect control, he swiftly armed himself with shield and sword and immediately engaged in fierce sword combat. Meanwhile, the gods and all the kings of the earth assembled at that place. At dawn, the powerful Balakhani appeared on the scene. The heroic and illustrious son of Indra, weary from fatigue, stood his ground. Filled with anger, he declared, “With my own sword, O portion of Krishna, I shall take your head!” Grasping his sword, he rushed forth with great speed. But Balakhani, recognizing him, was overcome with love and laid down his weapon. He spoke with affection, “O Indula, greatly fortunate one, bringer of honor to your father and mother! First, after killing me, O hero, and then your paternal uncle, may you be happy, O great hero, in the house of Sukhavarman.” Hearing these words and realizing the bonds of his own family, the child was overcome with sorrow and wept bitterly, seeking forgiveness for his offense. He spoke sweetly, “Listen, dear father, my beloved. Whether god, human, serpent, or demon—I am he, pure from birth, who brings joy to my father. Having accepted the delusion born of the lotus-lady, I did not know.” Having spoken thus, the boy again wept, overwhelmed by affection. Moved by the child’s words, Krishnaamsha arranged a grand festival in that land for all the people to celebrate. Hearing of this, Aryasimha, adorned with various gifts, came forward and bestowed a hundred horses and elephants, all decked with pearls and jewels. With his voice choked with love, he arranged for their departure. After remaining for one month upon that fearful path, Āhlāda, with a cheerful heart, journeyed together with his wife and son. At last, he reached the city called Daśahāra, accompanied by his family. When King Pṛthvīrāja heard of these events, he was filled with great astonishment. It was then revealed: you, abandoning your celestial form as an apsaras, had yourself come to earth as a woman. Having died from consumption, you attained the heavenly world once more. Sūta continued: “O sage, in the land of Pāñcāla there was a king named Balavarddhana. He was a ruler from the noble Bisen dynasty, well-versed in the essence of the Vedas. He had two sons, both devoted to the sacred duties of kṣatriyas. When the elder son reached the age of twelve, he became known as Mayūradhvaja. He was self-controlled, silent, and devoted to the path of a forest-dweller. At that time, the blessed commander, Agnibhū, was pleased with him. Even Mayūradhvaja, upon seeing that the child was entirely made of gold, marveled. Mayūradhvaja said, ‘He drinks his mother’s excellent milk and always slays the daityas and dānavas. Salutations to you, lord of Devasenā, slayer of Mahiṣāsura. Be gracious, O all-pervading one, bearer of Guha’s power, imperishable one.’ Hearing these praises, the commander of the army spoke to him. Thus addressed by that god, the king humbly replied.