Indula, blessed child and bringer of honor to his parents, was addressed with affection and gravity: “O Indula, greatly fortunate one, bringer of honor to your father and mother,” he was told. The speaker continued, “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, Indula recognized the ties of his own family and was overcome with sorrow. The child wept bitterly, yearning to atone for his perceived offense. With gentle words, Indula spoke to his father: “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.” Overwhelmed by affection, Indula wept once more after speaking thus. Upon hearing the child’s heartfelt words, the portion of Krishna present arranged a grand festival for all the people in that land. Aryasimha, adorned with various gifts, responded to this joyous occasion. He gave a hundred horses and elephants, all decorated with pearls and jewels, as offerings. Aryasimha prepared their departure, his voice choked with love. After staying for a month on that fearful path, Āhlāda, with a cheerful heart, set out together with his wife and son. They journeyed and eventually reached the city called Daśahāra, accompanied by their family. King Pṛthvīrāja, upon hearing of these events, was filled with great astonishment. It was revealed that one among them had abandoned her form as an apsaras and had herself come to earth as a woman. Having died from consumption, she attained the heavenly world. Sūta now spoke: “O sage, in the land of Pāñcāla, there was a king named Balavarddhana. He belonged to the Bisen dynasty and was well-versed in the essence of the Vedas. He had two sons, both devoted to the duties of kṣatriyas. When one of them reached the age of twelve years, he was known as Mayūradhvaja. Mayūradhvaja was self-controlled, silent, and devoted to the path of a forest-dweller. Then, the blessed commander, Agnibhū, was pleased. Even Mayūradhvaja, upon seeing that the child was entirely made of gold, spoke: ‘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 Mayūradhvaja. Thus addressed by the god, the king humbly replied. Skanda, having said ‘so be it,’ then disappeared from that place. The city was named Mayuranagara, filled with multitudes of people. Laharo, a relative, after ten years of effort, was blessed by Lord Varuna, master of the waters. Upon hearing these nectar-like words, King Laharo was filled with joy. Varuna declared, ‘Therefore, you are called Prachetas; salutations to you, O Prachetas. You restrain the flow of waters, not hindered by anyone. For binding the Daityas and for the victory of the gods.’ Thus praised by the wise king, the god granted his favor. There arose a city measuring thirty yojanas, inhabited by the four varnas, flourishing under divine blessing.