All the assembled sages, along with Agastya, listened attentively as the host addressed them, saying, “O best of sages, my sacrifice is now prepared and ready. Please, perform it with dedication and do not delay any further.” Agastya himself described how the sacrifice had been made with various delightful ingredients, and all requisite fees had been given in due form. The king, in his generosity, bestowed many kinds of gifts, bringing joy and satisfaction to the sages present. When the deities, having been duly worshipped, had taken their leave, returning to their own celestial abodes, the king—lord among men—completed his sacrifice according to all the proper rites. At that very moment, the illustrious Yama, foremost among ascetics, arrived there. Wise and intent on purifying the king, Yama had come to receive the sacrificial fee due to the preceptor. Pressed insistently by the preceptor, who demanded, “Give me my fee,” Raghu, the jewel among kings, responded by giving away all his possessions as the sacrificial gift. When Yama arrived, Raghu welcomed him with respect and performed all the prescribed rites, using vessels made of clay. Witnessing these arrangements, the great sage, skilled in eloquence, spoke sweetly to the king. Raghu had given away all his possessions solely for the sake of fulfilling the preceptor’s fee. After a moment of meditation, he addressed Yama with humility, hands joined in reverence: “O revered one, as long as I am able, I will strive with all my might for your sake.” With this resolve, Raghu set out, intent on conquering Kubera, the lord of wealth. As Raghu approached, Kubera, having been forewarned, understood his purpose. Then, by divine grace, a shower of gold rained down, revealing the finest of gold mines. Raghu offered this excellent mine to Yama as the sacrificial fee and reported the rest—superior in quality—to the king. This gold mine, it was said, would swiftly grant the heart’s desires to those who sought its blessings. Raghu prayed, “May there always be here a supreme holy place, forever removing all sins.” The annual festival for this place was established on the twelfth day of the bright half of the month of Vaiśākha. Having accomplished his purpose, Raghu set out for his teacher’s hermitage, gathering the remaining wealth. Thus, the greatness of the gold mine was revealed by the eminent sage. Meanwhile, Viśvāmitra, in anger, addressed his disciple Kautsa, who was in a state of distress, for Kautsa had repeatedly and earnestly requested something difficult to obtain. Viśvāmitra, foremost among sages and endowed with divine knowledge, undertook severe austerities in his own hermitage. One day, the sage Durvāsas arrived, afflicted by hunger, and loudly demanded, “Give me quickly pure and hot rice-milk, O Brāhmaṇa, for I am tormented by hunger!” Hearing these words, Viśvāmitra promptly and carefully prepared to serve him. As Viśvāmitra rose with the offering, Durvāsas gazed at him and said, “O best of Brāhmaṇas, wait for a moment until I return after bathing.” With these words, Durvāsas departed to his own hermitage. Viśvāmitra, steadfast in his austerity, remained unmoved, like a mountain upon its slope. Kautsa, devoted to his vows, continued to serve his teacher faithfully. When Durvāsas returned, now purified, he accepted Viśvāmitra’s hospitality. After the sage Durvāsas had departed, Viśvāmitra, the treasure of austerity, addressed his disciple, saying, “Let the honorarium be requested. Your service is your honorarium; return home, O observer of vows.