Once again, we journeyed to the island of Siṃhala, seeking victory. Pleased with us, we became attendants to our own sister, and, overwhelmed by affection, she welcomed us into her own home. In the court of King Vīrasena, our companion was honored by the king himself. Yet, the king’s flatterers and all wicked men were cast out, and the royal treasury fell into the hands of those low in birth but mighty in strength. In time, these subdued ones settled in the city called Śirīṣa. It was then said that one would depart, taking with him the swing of Candrāvalī. When King Vīrasena heard this, he understood the true reason behind these events and commanded, “O son, bind him indeed.” Candrāvalī, aware of what was unfolding, offered her food, but Kāmasena, filled with rage, seized a cane staff. Grabbing the man by his arms, he prepared to bind him, ordering his sons to assist. In the midst of the army, a great and fearsome battle erupted, lasting day and night. Udaya, a hero of immense strength, slew a hundred thousand mighty warriors. Witnessing their army’s defeat, the seven sons, themselves powerful, rallied. The hero, mounted on the elephant Bindula, had the elephant seats placed upon the ground. At this, Vīrasena—ever devoted to the worship of the Sun—took up the very weapon wielded by his ally, Kṛṣṇāṃśa, but fell unconscious to the earth. Vīrasena, having captured his foe, released his own sons and daughter-in-law. Enraged, the heroes then turned toward Kṛṣṇāṃśa. Suspecting trickery, the king spoke, “Bind your sister’s beloved and quickly release your own kinsman.” Swiftly, he moved to the city, besieging it with force and anger, and took up the Saurama weapon, preparing to reduce it to ashes. As the weapon was readied, Brahmānanda—mighty in strength—rejoiced. Seeing this, the king grew fearful and sought refuge in Brahmānanda, speaking with guile: “O king, you have harmed my kinsman; therefore, give me your son, joined with your sister.” Hearing these words, the king, humbled, agreed. Thus, Vīrasena gave both his son and Candrāvalī. Brahmānanda, powerful and accompanied by Kṛṣṇāṃśa, departed. Malana, upon seeing her son, trembled with overwhelming love. O brāhmaṇa, thus have I recounted to you the auspicious tale of Kṛṣṇāṃśa. On the tenth day of the bright fortnight of Īṣa, King Vīrasena held a grand festival. After feeding the foremost brāhmaṇas, he bestowed generous gifts upon them. In the auspicious month of Kārtika, Kṛṣṇāṃśa—endowed with great strength—gathered tens of thousands of heroes and bestowed ten thousand golden objects. Meanwhile, Citrarēkhā arrived there. In the midst of the Ganges, a wondrous vehicle, conjured by illusion, appeared. Kings from many lands gathered, eager to witness this marvel, accompanied by hundreds of warriors. Citrarēkhā, the enchanting daughter of the king of Vahika, with whom happiness had been shared in a delightful dream, recognized him as the son of Ahlada, born from the body of Abhinanda.