He took up the primordial bow named Ajagava, its mighty sound echoing through the worlds. At his birth, all beings rejoiced, their hearts uplifted by the arrival of such a soul. A royal sage had arisen, blessed with a noble son, and rivers and oceans themselves brought forth all kinds of jewels as tribute to this event. The blessed Pitamaha, along with Angiras and the assembly of gods, gathered together. In their midst, they anointed the descendant of Vena as king. Thus, this great king was consecrated by the sons of Angiras among the gods, and his reign began. The subjects, who had once been estranged from their father, were won over by the new king’s wisdom and virtue. As he approached the ocean, even the waters held themselves back in reverence. The earth herself yielded crops without the need for plowing—food appeared by mere thought. At that very time, as he was performing a great sacrifice, Māgadha was born anew, arising from the gathering of those present, and thus received that name. He offered oblations to Indra by the divine rite, and from this act, the charioteer was born. What was mixed with the disciple’s offering surpassed the teacher’s oblation, and that which arose from the warrior, in a Brahmin woman, was deemed of inferior birth. Thus, the charioteer’s middle duty became livelihood from the field. For the sake of Pṛthu, the great sages summoned those two—Māgadha and the charioteer. This action was fitting, and Pṛthu, the king, was the proper recipient of their service. “We shall please the gods and sages by our own actions,” they declared. The radiant twice-born then asked, “By what hymn might we praise him?” For Pṛthu was wise, virtuous, generous in speech, and undefeated in battle. Mighty Pṛthu performed these deeds and more. At the end, Pṛthu, lord of the subjects, gave generously and with great satisfaction. From that time onward, rulers of the earth have been praised by charioteers and Māgadhas. Seeing him, the people and great sages spoke with utmost delight, and the people rushed eagerly toward Vainya, as Pṛthu was also known. Pursued by the people, he sought always to act for their welfare. Yet, terrified by Vainya’s determination, the Earth herself assumed the form of a cow and fled. Out of fear, she journeyed through all the worlds, even to Brahma’s realm. But Pṛthu, radiant with energy and armed with blazing, sharp arrows, pursued her relentlessly. At last, unable to find protection anywhere, the Earth approached Vainya himself. She spoke: “There is no unrighteousness in striking a woman, O king, but know that the worlds are established in me; by me this universe is sustained. You ought not to kill me, for you wish for what is best. When the proper means are undertaken, all endeavors succeed. I will dwell within beings; abandon your anger, O mighty one. O protector of the earth, uphold righteousness among creatures; you must not forsake it.” Suppressing his anger, the righteous king spoke to the Earth: “Whether one or many living beings, the act of killing brings sin.