The holy place of Saptagodavara had once been left behind, but now, with purpose and hope, Indradyumna resolved to return there. He knew that at this sacred site, their three daughters and others dear to them would be reunited with the family. With this in mind, Indradyumna placed the bird at the head of their company and, accompanied by his sons, set out for Saptagodavara—the very place where those maidens had gone before them. At the break of dawn, a mother wandered the mountain slopes, her heart anxious as she searched for her beloved daughter. Approaching a monkey she encountered, she pleaded, “Child, have you seen her? O monkey, speak the truth to me.” The monkey replied, “I saw Devavati by name; I left her at the great hermitage, before the shrine of Shrikantha. I have spoken truly.” Yet, when they reached the hermitage, no one there knew of Devavati. The monkey then said, “Come, let us go—I will show you the way.” So, following the monkey, their party proceeded along the river Kaushiki, with two ascetics riding swift chariots, eager to find their loved ones. Meanwhile, the celestial nymph Ghritachi, having bathed in the river, arrived bearing fine merchandise. As she came upon her father and the mighty king, memories stirred—a time when she had been bound by force among the roots of a tree. Witnessing this, one of the king’s sons, moved by anger, seized his bow and arrows, declaring, “Today, with a single arrow, I shall slay this monkey!” But before violence could erupt, the great sage addressed the bird with grave and appropriate words: “O prince, both death and bondage arise from deeds done in the past.” Turning to the monkey, the sage called, “Come, come, O monkey, you ought to help us.” The monkey, humbled, replied, “O Brahman, instruct me—what should I do?” The sage explained, “By your actions, my son was once bound among the roots of the banyan tree. Then, by this king, the branches of the tree were split into three. For a hundred decades, he bore that branch, yet could not move.” Hearing these words, the monkey, understanding the gravity of his deeds, released the matted locks of Jābāli’s son, freeing him at last. Delighted by the monkey’s change of heart, the sage Ṛtadhvaja, best among sages, became a granter of boons. Hearing Ṛtadhvaja’s offer, the monkey earnestly requested, “O Brahman, if you wish to grant me a boon, then, O ascetic, let me become the father of Citrāṅgadā, the daughter of Tvaṣṭṛ. For I have committed many sins.” Ṛtadhvaja replied with compassion, “The curse upon you shall come to an end.” Thus reassured, the monkey-elephant was filled with joy. Afterwards, all of them, in proper order, bathed and offered worship to the ancestors and the gods. The swift and mighty monkey, foremost among leapers, followed closely behind Citrāṅgadā. She, upon seeing that monkey-elephant—strongest among the strong—was immediately moved. The monkey then ascended the renowned and tumultuous mountain peak, and together, after enjoying themselves for a long while, they journeyed onward to the mighty Mount Vindhya. At midday, filled with delight, they drank the sacred waters of the sevenfold Godāvarī. Their charioteers bathed the horses, who joyfully drank and plunged into the refreshing river. In the lush, grassy meadows, the steeds rested for a short while. And when the thunderous sound of the horses’ hooves echoed through the land, the excellent women nearby heard and knew that their loved ones were drawing near.