With two ascetics riding in chariots of remarkable speed, the scene unfolded with Ghritachi, who had just bathed in the river, arriving with exquisite merchandise. As she approached, she saw her father and the mighty king assembled together. She recalled how, in the past, she had been forcibly bound among the roots of a tree. At that moment, the king took up his bow, nocked an arrow, and declared with resolve, “Today, with a single arrow, I shall slay this monkey.” But the great sage intervened, addressing the bird with weighty and fitting words: “O prince, death and bondage are governed by former deeds.” Then, the sage called out, “Come, come, O monkey, you ought to help us.” The monkey replied, “O Brahman, give me your command; instruct me—what should I do?” The sage explained, “By you, my son was 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 carried the branch but did not move.” Hearing these words, the monkey released the matted locks of Jābāli’s son. Delighted, the best of sages, Ṛtadhvaja, became a granter of boons. Hearing Ṛtadhvaja’s offer, the monkey requested a boon: “O Brahman, if you wish to grant me a boon, O ascetic, make me the father of Citrāṅgadā, the daughter of Tvaṣṭṛ. Many sins have indeed been committed by me.” Ṛtadhvaja replied, “The curse shall have an end.” Thus addressed, the monkey-elephant was filled with joy. Then, all of them, in proper order, bathed and worshipped the ancestors and the gods. The swift and mighty monkey, foremost among leapers, followed Ghritachi closely. When she saw the monkey-elephant, the strongest among the strong, she was instantly moved. The monkey then ascended the renowned and tumultuous mountain peak, and after enjoying themselves for a long time, they reached Mount Vindhya. At midday, delighted, they drank the water of the sevenfold Godāvarī. Their charioteers bathed the horses, who had drunk and plunged into the river, and in the lush grassy regions, the steeds rested for a short while. Hearing the thunder of the horses’ hooves, the excellent women mounted the strong rampart and gazed out together. Suratha, smiling and thrilled with delight, spoke to her friend: “Surely, that very son of the king, whom I formerly chose as husband—he is indeed the foremost among the suffering, Ṛtadhvaja; there is no doubt about it. This is another, his own son, Jāvali; there is no uncertainty here.” Sitting before Śambhu, they sang an auspicious song. They had come to see the maker of the three worlds, Tryambaka, Lord of Hāṭakeśvara. Standing before him, they sang the most excellent song. Seeing this, his heart filled with joy, and his body shone with hairs standing on end. Recognizing him, the yogic soul appeared, his mind delighted.