When Prasena went hunting, a group of trusted and diligent men set out to follow his trail. Their search led them across the mountains teeming with bears, through the splendid Vindhya range. The leader of these men, a great-minded soul, pressed on with determination, though weariness crept in as the quest continued. Despite their efforts, they did not find Prasena, nor his horse, nor the precious Syamantaka jewel. However, not far from where Prasena’s body lay, they came upon a lion. This lion, in turn, had been killed by a bear, and the tracks of the bear were clear to see. Mādhava, following these signs, traced the path to the bear’s cave. At the mouth of this cave, Mādhava heard the gentle voice of a woman within, who was nursing the son of Jāmbavat, the bear king. As she played with the Syamantaka jewel, she comforted the child, saying, “Do not cry. The lion killed Prasena, and Jāmbavat slew the lion. Gentle child, do not weep; this Syamantaka is yours.” Hearing these words distinctly, Mādhava swiftly entered the cave. The Blessed One entered directly, stationing the Yadus and the mighty wielder of the plough, Baladeva, at the entrance. Within, he beheld Jāmbavat himself. There, inside the cave, Vāsudeva—Govinda—engaged in a fierce struggle with Jāmbavat, relying on his own arms alone. The contest raged on for twenty-one days. Meanwhile, Baladeva and his companions, believing Kṛṣṇa lost, returned to Dvārakā and sorrowfully reported that he had been slain. But Vāsudeva triumphed over the mighty Jāmbavat and, as a mark of esteem, received Jāmbavatī, the beloved daughter of the bear king. He also took possession of the Syamantaka jewel to clear his name, and after pacifying Jāmbavat, he departed the cave. Kṛṣṇa returned to Dvārakā with his companions, having recovered the jewel and purified himself of all suspicion. In the assembly of the Sātvatas, he presented the Syamantaka jewel to Satrājit, thus returning what was rightfully his and clearing himself of the false accusation of fratricide. Satrājit, his own reputation restored and the jewel recovered, had ten wives who bore him a hundred sons. Among these sons, three were especially renowned: Bhagankāra, the eldest, Vīra, Vātapati, and Vasumedhas. There were also three daughters, whose fame spread in all directions. Satyabhāmā was the foremost among them, steadfast and devoted in her vows. In due course, the sleeping wife was given to Kṛṣṇa by Sabhaksha, and Bhangkakari and Naveya, both distinguished men, were present. Two sons were born, virtuous and celebrated for their beauty: one, the son of Madri, and the other, Yudhajit, son of Vrishni. Vrishni had two sons, Svaphalka and Citraka. Svaphalka married the daughter of the king of Kashi, Gandini, whose father was famed for his generosity with cows. From this union was born a mighty-armed, learned, and hospitable son—the illustrious Akrura, generous and broad-handed. Other sons included Upamadgu, Madgu, Mudara, and Arimardana, as well as Arikshepa, Upeksha, Shatruha, Arimejaya, Dharmabhrit, Dharma, Gridhrabhoja, and Andhaka. There were also Avaha and Prativaha, and among the women, the excellent Sundari and Vasundhara, daughter and queen of Vishrutashva. Akrura, endowed with beauty and youth, fathered two sons by Ugrasena, delight of the lineage: Vasudeva and Upadeva, radiant as gods. Citraka’s sons were Prithu and Viprithu, as well as Ashvagriva, Ashvabahu, Suparshvakagaveshana, Arishtanemi, Dharma, and Dharmabhrit. Subahu and Bahubahu, Shravistha and Shravanā were among the daughters. Whoever repeats the false accusation against Kṛṣṇa should know that such curses never touch him. Later, when Kṛṣṇa returned the Syamantaka jewel to Satrājit, Babhrur, Bhoja, and Shatadhanvan schemed and took the jewel away. Akrura, always desiring the blameless Satyabhama, also sought the Syamantaka gem. After Shatadhanva murdered Satrājit, he stole the jewel by night and gave it to Akrura. Akrura accepted the gem on the condition that his involvement would not be revealed, saying, "If Kṛṣṇa oppresses you, come to me; now all of Dvārakā is surely under my control." When her father was slain, Satyabhama, stricken with grief, mounted her chariot and journeyed to the city of Varanavata. There, she poured out her sorrow to her husband, Kṛṣṇa, recounting the deeds of Shatadhanva of the Bhoja line, weeping as she stood beside him. Hari performed the water-rites for the departed Pandavas and, for the sake of the Pandu lineage, appointed Satyaki. Then, Madhusudana hastened to Dvārakā and spoke to his elder, the illustrious wielder of the plough, saying, “Prasena was killed by a lion, Satrājit by Shatadhanva; but the Syamantaka jewel, O mighty one, is mine, for I am its rightful lord.