As the tale unfolds, we find a powerful being confronted by a messenger, who brings requests from others. With firm resolve, he declares, “I do not know her, nor those who sent you; go and tell them this by my command.” He refuses the messenger entry to heaven under any circumstance, yet, out of some consideration, he spares the messenger’s life. He then addresses the messenger again: “If you show me my revered mother, then I will go there together with you, to the place where she is staying.” With this, Arbuda, the messenger, departs swiftly, his heart burning with anger. Meanwhile, as Bāṣkali approaches, the gods led by Indra are seized by great fear and scatter in all directions. The revered mother of Bāṣkali resides at the mountain called Arbuda. Bāṣkali, overcome by longing, approaches her and entreats, “Become my wife, O beautiful-hipped one; I am always under your control. All my kingdom will indeed be under your sway. What use is Indra, who has little strength, or others, O lovely-faced one?” He speaks these words to her, his heart full of desire. The radiant goddess hears his words and smiles, pondering how she might restrain him for the sake of the gods. Just then, he arrives quickly, overwhelmed by his longing. The goddess, with a glance, beholds the lord of the Dānavas, and laughs softly. Around them, there are elephants, noble horses, and various kinds of infantry. The entire army of the lord of the Daityas is struck down by weapons. When the powerful army is slain, Indra and the other gods say to the goddess, “Without him alive, O goddess, there will be no kingdom for us in heaven.” The goddess herself gives the great peak of the mountain and sits upon it. There, the Mother of the Universe, glorious and wish-fulfilling, takes her seat and dwells, directly granting desires to those who come to her. At that very time, all the gods, along with Indra, are present. The goddess, pleased with them, says, “Go to your own places, all of you, free from sorrow. Choose a boon, O Indra; speak what is in your mind.” Indra responds, “If you are pleased with me, O goddess, ever devoted to your worshippers, may I rule the kingdom, O goddess of the gods, ever devoted to your worshippers—the kingdom created formerly by Hari, by whom it stands unmoving. Here, we shall worship you, all of us assembled together.” Filled with joy, Indra reaches heaven by the power of the goddess, and she remains there, wishing for the welfare of the gods. It is said, O king, that whoever sees her on the fourteenth day of the bright half of Caitra—what use are vows, restraints, or gifts given? Right there, the divine sandals placed by her grant all desires in this world and the next. “Tell me in detail, for what reason and cause,” the king asks. Those who act according to dharma attain the highest twofold perfection. At that very time, rites such as sacrifice and charity are performed, and all those hells of Yama become empty. Then, O best of kings, all the gods assemble there. In the mortal world, they are greatly afflicted by that action. Yet, seeing the Goddess, even those burdened by former sins attain perfection.