Wherever youth arises, pride and intoxication are quick to follow, manifesting in both men and elephants. Even among the stars, nobility is lacking; and in prose, the proper meter is lost, O Lord. Yet there are those, like you, O Śaṅkara, whose forms are adorned with the moon, shining with unique grace. In that sacred place, the restless Sun, remover of all sins, also dwells. If one goes there, O best of gods, liberation from all sin is assured. Thus, Garuda swiftly journeyed to Vārāṇasī with the intention of casting off his sins. Having bathed at the holy fords, he was cleansed of all impurity and went to behold Keśava. He declared, “By your grace, O Hṛṣīkeśa, the terrible sin of killing a Brahmin has been destroyed.” Though Garuda knew the reason for this deliverance, he felt it was not proper to speak of it. But then he said, “There is indeed a reason, O Rudra; I will tell you everything.” “This ford is supremely holy, honored by gods and gandharvas alike. Whoever bathes here today will be immediately released from the burden of the skull they carry. Therefore, this ford will henceforth be known as Kapālamocana, the place where the skull is released.” Garuda bathed at Kapālamocana, performing the Vedic rites, O sage. By the grace of the Blessed Lord, that excellent ford became renowned as Kapālamocana. For this reason, Dakṣa did not invite him. Nor did Dakṣa invite his own worthy daughter to the great sacrifice. Meanwhile, Jayā journeyed to the lord of mountains, to Mandara with its beautiful caves. But why did Vijayā not go, nor Jayantī nor Aparājitā? All those who were invited went to their maternal grandfather’s sacrifice. One said, “I have come here, 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, the daughter then met her end. Tears streamed from her eyes as she wailed aloud. Hearing her cries, someone exclaimed, “Ah, what is this?” and hurried to Jaya. There he saw her, righteous yet fallen to the ground, her limbs slack, struck down as if by an axe. They wondered, “Why has she fallen to the ground like a severed vine, though she was so virtuous?” When the news reached Dakṣa’s sisters at the sacrifice, along with their husbands, sorrow spread among them. Her maternal aunt, burning with grief, was undone by sorrow. From the furious one’s whole body, flames burst forth. Hosts with lion faces arose, led by the mighty Virabhadra. He set out for Kanakhala, where Dakṣa was conducting the sacrifice. In the northwestern direction, O sage, the trident-bearer stood firm. In the center, Sharva, filled with wrath, stood holding a trident in three places. The seers, yakshas, and gandharvas all wondered in amazement, “What is this?” Then Dharma, the gatekeeper, rushed at Virabhadra. With one hand, Virabhadra seized a blazing trident, and with a fourth hand, grasping a mace, his host charged fiercely at Dharma.