O King, listen as I recount the wondrous events that unfolded on the sacred Arbuda mountain. It is said that whoever beholds the Goddess on the fourteenth day of the bright half of the month of Caitra need not concern themselves with vows, restraints, or the giving of gifts. Such is her power that, in that very place, the divine sandals she leaves behind grant all desires, both in this world and the next. Curious about the cause and meaning of these events, you ask for details. Know this: those who act according to dharma attain the highest twofold perfection. In ancient times, at that very season, rites such as sacrifice and charity were performed, and so great was the merit that all the hells of Yama became empty. At that time, all the gods assembled on Arbuda. Yet, in the mortal world, beings were still afflicted by the consequences of their actions. But, O Goddess, even those burdened by former sins attained perfection merely by seeing you. The demon Bāṣkala, too, could not go forth, and you, O Goddess, were urged to do likewise for the welfare of all. Obediently, you left your own sandals there, placing them upon the stone that had arisen. When your sandals were set down for the protection against Bāṣkala, the gods were relieved. The demon, oppressed by the weight of your sandals, O best of gods, could not move. This entire teaching, you declared, was composed for the sake of the sandals. Whoever, with devotion, follows the path of your sandals as revealed in this scripture, is blessed. On the fourteenth day of the bright half of Caitra, you are always present on Arbuda. This mountain is dear to you; your mind did not incline to abandon it. After being praised by all, you ascended to heaven, leaving behind those auspicious sandals. Even today, yogis intent on meditation attain perfection here. All this, O King, has been told to you just as you have asked. Whoever recites this tale with devotion or praises it becomes blessed indeed. Now, hear further of a renowned event among the servants. Long ago, there lived a washerman named Śamilākṣa. One day, he realized with fear that the clothes in his care had become soiled, and he was greatly distressed. His daughter, an auspicious young woman and friend to the servant-girls, shared in his sorrow. He confided in her about the trouble caused by the garments. The servant-girl, too, was troubled by this misfortune. Yet, she assured her father that by a certain act, they both would be freed from fear. “Here, O beautiful one with lovely brows,” she said, “there is a waterfall on Arbuda. Whatever is cast into that pure water becomes cleansed. If you immerse all the servants’ garments there, they will quickly become clean and dazzlingly white. Do not be afraid; go and restrain your heart.” The daughter quickly relayed this to her father, who was much relieved. Rising early the next morning, he hurried to the waterfall. There, as he immersed the garments in the water, many of them attained a radiant whiteness. Filled with amazement, he gathered them up swiftly. Even the king, upon hearing of this marvel, came to see the waterfall for himself. He, too, witnessed how all garments became white and excellent there. Struck by the sanctity of the place, the king abandoned his kingdom and performed austerities at that very spot. Thus, O King, the glory of Arbuda and the blessings of the Goddess’s sandals endure, granting perfection to all who seek with devotion.