In a secluded place, the sage Kashyapa encountered a woman whose passionate presence drew his attention. He asked her, “Who are you, O passionate one, in this lonely place?” Hearing these words, the woman, Kalavati, trembled with emotion and humility. She replied, “I have come seeking a son, at your feet, by my husband’s command. Grant me your seed; a woman who has come should not be disregarded.” But Kalavati was of low caste, and her request angered the sage. Kashyapa, his voice stern, declared, “She abandons him, and he is deluded; this is certainly the teaching of the Veda. You shall never again be worthy of enjoying the pleasures of Drumila. A Brahmin who, lacking wisdom, takes a Shudra wife—at ancestral offerings, at sacrifices, by touching stone, or in worship of the gods—he himself goes to Kumbhipaka hell, after causing others to fall there. That offering becomes urine, the rice-ball instantly becomes excrement. The chosen deity accepts that, but not the food offering nor that water. He is cooked in the Kumbhipaka hell for as long as Indra’s reign lasts. Whoever eats food left by his wife is the lowest among Brahmins, like a Shudra. If a Shudra, weak in knowledge, takes a Brahmin woman, he is confined for eighteen Indra-periods in the realm of Kālāsūtra. Then, after that, the Brahmin woman is born in the lineage of Chandalas.” Having spoken thus, the great sage Shaunaka fell silent. Meanwhile, Menaka proceeded along the path, and the outcaste woman, purified by her period, drank with delight for a moment. Kalavati then went to Drumila, her beloved, enchanting to behold, and bowed to him. Hearing Kalavati’s words, Drumila’s face lit up with joy. He said, “You will have a son who is a Vaishnava, and you, chaste lady, will be fortunate. Whichever womb a Vaishnava is born from, or by whose seed, O chaste one, both will ascend in a Vishnu-airplane, made of precious gems. Go, O auspicious-faced one, to the house of some Brahmin.” After saying this, Drumila, the king of cowherds, bathed and performed a grand offering. The scale of his generosity was immense: four hundred thousand horses, one hundred thousand elephants, five hundred thousand Uccaiḥśravas horses, a thousand chariots, twelve hundred thousand cows, three hundred thousand buffaloes, a hundred thousand doves, a hundred parrots, a thousand villages, a hundred times a hundred cities, a hundred crores of gold coins, a thousand gems, countless golden vessels and ornaments. He gave away his kingdom, and, remembering Hari both within and without, joyfully went to Badarī as a cowherd, his mind fulfilled. There, on the beautiful bank of the Ganges, Drumila performed austerities for a month. Then, he ascended to heaven in a celestial chariot made by Vishnu, the lord of jewels, and attained the service of Hari, becoming a servant of Hari. When her lord departed, Kalavati wept aloud. A Brahmin, calling her “Mother,” took her with joy, thus closing this chapter of their journey.