Varuṇā, renowned as the remover of all sins, is celebrated here as auspicious and pure. Both these rivers—greatest among streams—became honored throughout the world, for there is truly nothing like them in the sky, on earth, or in the realms below. Even those who indulge in worldly pleasures, O Lord, can find dissolution and liberation at this sacred place. Yet, when teachers heard of the rivers’ pure and melodious qualities, they repeatedly laughed in disbelief. The moon itself, filled with wonder, went forth, searching for where the pond-lotus had vanished. Even during the day, the sun’s brilliance is hidden by long, splendid banners fluttering in the wind. Bees, captivated by the spotless faces of women, do not wander to other flowers, content in their embrace. In that realm, among women gathered for play, there is no union within the ancient houses; the passion of young maidens does not exert its force, for such unions are forsaken there. Instead, with the coming of youth, pride and intoxication arise in men and elephants alike. Among the stars, there is a lack of nobility; in prose, the loss of meter, O Lord. Those whose bodies are adorned with the moon, like you, O Śaṅkara, dwell there. So too does the restless Sun, remover of all sins, reside in that place. Going there, O best of gods, one attains liberation from sin. Thus, Garuda swiftly journeyed to Vārāṇasī for the removal of his sins. Having bathed at the sacred fords, freed from sin, he went to see Keśava. He spoke, "By your grace, O Hṛṣīkeśa, the sin of killing a Brahmin has been destroyed. I know the reason, but it is not proper for me to speak of it." But Rudra pressed him, and Garuda replied, "There is a reason, O Rudra; I will tell you everything. This is a most holy ford, honored by gods and gandharvas. For one who bathes here today, the skull will immediately be released. Therefore, this ford will be known as Kapālamocana, the place where the skull is released." Garuda then bathed at Kapālamocana according to the Vedic rite, O sage. By the grace of the Blessed Lord, that excellent ford became known by the name Kapālamocana. For this reason, Dakṣa did not invite him to his sacrifice, nor did he invite his worthy daughter. Jayā journeyed to the lord of mountains, to Mandara with its beautiful caves. But why did Vijayā not go, nor Jayantī and Aparājitā? All those who were invited went to their maternal grandfather’s sacrifice. "I have come here," one said, "eager to see you and to go there. Were you not invited by your father, or will you go anyway?" Another added, "My maternal uncle Śaśāṅka also went to the sacrifice with his wife. All were invited to the sacrifice; why were you not invited?" Overcome by anger, O Brahmin, she then met her end. Tears streaming from her eyes, she wailed aloud. Seeing this, one cried, "Ah, what is this?" and approached Jaya. There he saw her, righteous yet fallen to the ground, her limbs slack, struck down by an axe. "Why has she fallen to the ground, like a severed vine, though virtuous?" he wondered. News of this reached Dakṣa's sisters at the sacrifice, along with their husbands, and they heard of her fate.