Much stolen wealth had been forcibly placed into a pit, hidden away from sight. Troubled by the prevalence of thieves and violence in the city, some advised the king, “O king, let us abandon this city of yours, for it is beset by thieves; those devoted to violence and theft have made their home here.” After giving his order, the king returned to his house. Those who heard what had transpired acted accordingly. Then, by the magic of the rākṣasa, all the guards were deluded and rendered helpless. Again, messengers went to King Raṇadhīra and informed him of these events. At midnight, when darkness enveloped the city, a thief came to the king. The king addressed him, saying, “I am the king, and you, the thief, have come as summoned. Take much wealth with me and be happy.” That night, the thief entered the pit, leaving the king outside. He told the king, “O king, go quickly to your own house,” and showed him a different path. Afterward, she—the demon—arrived with the army to where the thief was standing. Honoring him, she recounted everything that had happened. Laughing, she said to the demon, “You have prepared my meal. Today, impelled by fate, I will devour all the men.” She consumed the great army; those who survived fled in all ten directions. Then the thief himself approached the king angrily and spoke to him. Hearing this, the king quickly came to the scene. Together with the demon, the pit was reduced to ashes in a moment. Thus, along with all the wealth and women, she returned. The sound of drums echoed through every house. On that day, in that city, the thief was paraded on a donkey. Seeing his appearance, a woman who delighted in happiness fainted. The thief went and said to the king, “The five hundred thousand in wealth is mine.” Laughing, the king replied, “This is a thief, a plunderer of wealth.” Hearing this, the thief became hopeless and met his death. At that very moment, his daughter was deluded by divine illusion. Then, pleased, Durgā granted them long life by her favor. Having said this, he again spoke to the king, smiling, “What should I give to her, who is full of affection for me? Therefore, I wept afterwards—listen to the reason for my laughter. One who is unrighteous is not worthy to receive the fruit of heaven. Therefore, he laughed at first, deluded by Hari’s play. Because of that, he spoke harsh words, and thus the pure one was saved alive.” O King, in another time, there was a delightful city named Puṣpāvatī, where a king resided. His wife was Candraprabhā, endowed with beauty and youth. Once, together with her friends, she went to a grove filled with flowers. There, the queen was enchanted, and the Brāhmaṇa also fell to the ground. When she had returned home, two Brāhmaṇas arrived there. Seeing the Brāhmaṇa who had come, endowed with beauty and youth, he, having heard, wept and told him everything.