The minister’s son, captivated and bewildered by the beautiful form of a Brahmin woman, found himself lost in longing. His father, the minister, felt deep affection for him and, after much deliberation with wise counselors, sought a solution. The minister’s son spent three months in a region renowned for its sacred places, his mind humble and weakened by love. Driven by desire, he embraced the king’s beloved, who herself was overcome by passion. Meanwhile, Sudeva, having assumed human form, made his way to the house of Mūladeva. Mūladeva, his heart gladdened, had a dear friend named Śaśin. After informing the king of all that had transpired, Śaśin requested, “O king, give me the bride.” The minister, called Rājakara, had a son named Madanālasa, and the minister was deeply affected by separation from his son. The king, seeing the minister’s satisfaction, responded, “Act as you wish.” He was asked again, “O king, give your daughter for the pleasure of that son.” Accordingly, the king bestowed many gifts and wealth, following the Vedic injunctions. Śaśin took the king’s daughter and returned to his own house, declaring, “This princess is mine, a most excellent wife for enjoyment.” At this point, the Vaitāla, servant of Rudra, addressed the king. The king replied, “By the command of her father and mother, the daughter stood before the gods.” He added, “It is stated in the scriptures, O god, that a woman is always a precious jewel. The field belongs to the cultivator, not to the one who gives the seed. The son of Sudeva will indeed attain worthiness. Thus, O god, it has been told to you as spoken in the scriptures.” Hearing this, Madanālasa, the minister’s son, spoke. On the sacred day of Bahulā aṣṭamī, he bathed, gaining merit. Remembering Govinda in his heart, he praised him with gentle words: “By you alone, O god of gods, for the sake of play, together with your beloved, this has been kept secret. At the end of the world, you, as the form of Time, dissolve all; I bow, I bow.” By the power of his hymn, he was liberated by the god of gods. The joyful king, embracing his beloved, summoned Sudeva and gladly gave him his own sister. Sudeva, intoxicated with passion, took his sister from the Kṣatriya. Thus, O king, the conduct of that wise one has been recounted to you. Once again, O Brahmin, a beautiful story was narrated. In Kānyakubja, O great king, lived a Brahmin devoted to charity, who gave away whatever wealth he received. One autumn, the vow of Navadurga was observed. The Brahmin wondered, “What should I do today to become endowed with wealth?” Filled with sorrow, he was graced by the Goddess. He undertook a nine-day fast, abstaining from food as a vow. There was also a lord of the Vidyādharas named Jīmūtaketu, who spent years enjoying divine pleasures. By the power of a certain tree, a most excellent son was born to him. O king, in a previous birth, that son had lived in the most excellent region of Madhyadeśa.