O beautiful one, upon the foremost of mountains, Śākveya made his dwelling. There, in the depths of the forest, many years quietly slipped by. In time, after receiving her, he approached the renowned Devavatī. It was then that the foremost of monkeys beheld the child and gently took her into his hand. But soon, upon seeing a cave, anger flared within him; he raised his sword and rushed forward with fierce intent. Yet, together with the charming-limbed one, he journeyed onward and reached the heights of Himāchala. Not far from her, nestled in the wilds, stood a dense hermitage, now abandoned by the sages who once lived there. In reverence, she bowed down in the sacred waters of the Kālindī river, all the while watched by a vigilant Dānava. Meanwhile, the mighty one departed to Pātāla, his own abode deep beneath the earth. The child was brought to the land called Śivīti, a place filled with virtuous souls. Longing to go, the mighty one set out for the place where Sulocanā had been kept. Wishing to depart, the monkey, accompanied by his gladdening daughter, began their journey. Yet, he lamented, “Thus my effort has been in vain, arising from immersion in water.” Overcome by fear, she fell into the rushing Hiraṇvatī river. Sorrow and grief weighed heavily on him, and so he made his way to Mount Añjana, where he dwelled for many years in solitude. She, meanwhile, was brought to the highly sacred land of Kośala, a land of virtue and righteousness. Her body became covered with tender sprouts, reminiscent of the Lord adorned with matted hair. Seated upon a stone slab, she suddenly heard a mysterious voice, which spoke: “Just as your son is bound to the foot of the banyan tree…” She looked all around—sideways, above, and below—seeking the source of the words. There, with tawny matted locks, her son was carefully bound, O auspicious one. She asked him, “By whom have you been bound, child? Tell me, O sinner.” He replied, “Though so wickedly bound in these matted locks, I live by the power of austerity. Here lies a great heap of austerity; my father is Ṛtadhvaja. Born among a host of bees, he is expert in all the scriptures. He is known as Jābāli; listen to this, O beautiful-faced one. “For ten thousand years, you will practice austerity in Sumāra. As a child, you will endure firm bondage for five hundred years. In youth, you will enjoy supreme pleasures for two thousand years. You will rest upon the earth and eat food made from wild grains. I wander upon the earth, going to bathe in the Hiraṇvatī. “This divine one, who was foolishly left in the great hermitage, was taken and bound at the tip of the banyan tree, even with matted locks, O lovely one. With ropes of creepers and a great device below, by one of wicked mind, she was ensnared. A device made of creepers was placed at the mouths of all directions. “O auspicious one, I have told you what I have seen, just as it appeared to me. O woman of graceful limbs, tell me for what purpose you have come here.” She replied, “My name is Nandayantī, born from the womb of Pramlocā. She will become the queen of the king—of this there is no doubt.