O goddess, we do not know anything of Shiva’s actions,” the divine ones confessed, their voices trembling with concern. Yet, upon hearing their auspicious words—spoken in fear—I, firm in my ascetic discipline, vowed to protect all who sought refuge in me. “By means of a strategy,” I resolved, “I will draw in and slay the great Asura.” For those who break dharma within the realm of dharma are doomed, like moths drawn to a flame. With my assurance, the gods departed as they had come—fearless now, and joyful in heart. When the gods had left, Gauri, the lotus-eyed goddess, wandered through the directions and across the four peaks of the reddish mountains. The mountain maiden descended from the lofty summit of Kailasa, where she encountered Dundubhi, known as Satyavati, and another called Anavami. Moved by compassion, she commanded, “Release the weary guest, afflicted by hunger and thirst.” She instructed the mighty warriors stationed at the mountain’s boundary to offer hospitality. As Gauri, slender-bodied and radiant, continued her austerities, no suffering whatsoever arose. Even those who had once been hostile abandoned their enmity, and up to a distance of two yojanas, those stationed at the mountain boundary remained free from fear; no sign of terror was seen anywhere. All the accomplished sages praised the daughter of the mountain, for Gauri’s severe austerity continued day and night. Meanwhile, Mahisha, the mighty buffalo demon, set out to hunt. Accompanied by an army of demons, he pursued many herds of wild animals. Some animals were chased by strong warriors, armed with bows, and the sons of Diti followed, intent on slaying them. When the wicked demon boys asked, “What is this?” they were told, “No one, however strong, may enter here—this place is frequented by sages.” Hearing these words, the powerful and wicked Dānavas used their magic to assume the forms of birds and respectfully entered the hermitage. Gauri again wandered in the forest, adorned with flowers of every season. Her beauty and charm shone forth, strengthened by her austerity. Afflicted by desire, Mahisha took on the form of an old man and entered the hermitage at that time. The old man asked, “For what purpose is your austerity?” Thus did he inquire. “He is supremely strong and handsome, yet never shows favor,” they said of Shiva. With unprecedented authority, the old man presented a new and great offering. The vessel was placed, filled with fresh grains and cooked rice. With unseen riches, the work would be accomplished with assistance. Hearing their words, the buffalo demon laughed and said, “Listen, girl, ascetic, to all my wealth. I am the buffalo, a great hero, lord of the Daityas, honored by the gods. Unmatched heroism exists only in me, by the strength of my arms. Take me as your husband—the fruit of austerity for living beings. By austerity, I create the universal craftsman from the beginning. With nine treasures always obtained, and those by my side.” Thus, the tale unfolds, with Gauri’s steadfast resolve and Mahisha’s boastful advances, set against the sacred mountains and the watchful eyes of sages and gods.