Let me weave the story for you, as revealed in these sacred verses. The king, with a heart full of generosity, invited all to share in pure happiness alongside him. He encouraged everyone to adorn themselves splendidly, with ornaments and beautiful forms of every kind. As these festivities unfolded, Malanā's son observed the scene and spoke boldly, without fear. He told the assembled women, “Your husbands have been slain by my kinsman, and thus you are freed from them. Therefore, I will not accept you; truly, truly, I speak.” Stricken by grief and distress, the women went to the king of the earth, weeping bitterly. They pleaded, “Give punishment to the wicked one, or else I will give up my life.” Hearing their cries, the king of the earth sought counsel from Brahmananda, a mighty and powerful being. Brahmananda reminded him, “He who enjoys another man’s wife goes to the abode of Yama,” the realm of death. Upon hearing this grave pronouncement, Brahmananda, mighty in strength, saw the king’s fear and went to Camunda. There, he asked, “How can their marriages take place? Tell us the truth in detail.” The bard then recounted that, after worshipping Tamasi—the power that deludes all—she bestowed upon him the supreme armor, terrifying to all beings. With this armor, the king set out upon the earth. His wife, Pramada, bore him ten sons. Their names, in order, were Matta, Pramatta, Unmatta, Sumatta, Durmatta, Durmukha, Durdhara, Bahu, Suratha, and Viratha. Their sister, who had beautiful, rolling eyes, was named Su. Her appearance was truly enchanting, her eyes reflecting intoxication. At this time, Maya Varman, humble in mind, approached and spoke, “Then I will accomplish your entire task, without doubt.” Meanwhile, Kitava, who dwelt in a cavern, abandoned her at dawn after a night shrouded in terrible darkness, disappearing into the depths of the cave. When Varmadeva was born, the king, overcome with pride, summoned Taraka to the king of the earth. This king was powerful, commanding an army of one hundred and sixty thousand warriors. On the fifteenth day of the dark fortnight, those devoted to vows gathered together. Maya Varman saw Taraka accompanied by kings. Kitava, intelligent and renowned in the Daitya lineage, was also present. The princes, assembled for the sake of his son, were slain. Kitava, intoxicated, plundered their wealth in many ways and departed. Upon hearing of these events, the king of the earth gathered his entire army. Yet Kitava, the magician, defeated all the mighty warriors. Taraka, distressed by these happenings, meditated upon the supreme Shankara. Meanwhile, the inhabitants of Mahavati arrived. The king of the earth, seeing their armies and great strength, prepared for battle. Taraka, however, was destroyed by the Dānava through deceit. Hearing of Taraka’s fall, the steadfast Kṛṣṇāṃśa and the lion among the gods joined the fray. Battle raged day and night, and, having bewildered the army, the lion among the gods roared again and again. Then Sukhakhāni, a valiant hero, overcame the powerful gambler. The three—Kṛṣṇāṃśa, the lion among the gods, and Sukhakhāni—rejoiced and praised Sukhakhāni for his victory. The queen, daughter of the king, chose Sukhakhāni as her own. She addressed him with various words and brought the king of the earth to witness. Sukhakhāni received ten million gold coins from the king, Balakhāni, who was renowned for his great strength. Prabhāvatī, his daughter, became the younger sister of the ten sons. And so, through trials, valor, and divine intervention, the lineage was preserved, and harmony restored among the royal families.