By your doing, my son had once been bound among the tangled roots of the great banyan tree. Then, by the actions of this noble king, the branches of that tree were split into three. For a full hundred decades, he bore the weight of one branch, yet did not move from his place. But when the sage’s words reached the ears of the monkey, the monkey released the matted locks of Jābāli’s son, freeing him from his bonds. Delighted by these events, the best of sages, Ṛtadhvaja, became a generous granter of boons. Hearing Ṛtadhvaja’s words, the one who had been freed humbly requested a boon: “O Brahman, if you wish to grant me a favor, O ascetic, make me the father of Citrāṅgadā, the daughter of Tvaṣṭṛ. For many sins, indeed, have been committed by me.” Ṛtadhvaja replied with compassion, “The curse shall have an end.” Thus addressed, the monkey-elephant was filled with joy. Then, all of them—each in proper order—bathed and offered worship to their ancestors and the gods. The swift and mighty monkey, foremost among leapers, followed her closely. She, upon seeing that monkey-elephant, the best among the strong, immediately recognized him. Soon after, the monkey stood upon the renowned and tumultuous mountain peak. There, after enjoying themselves for a long while, they journeyed onward until they reached Mount Vindhya. At midday, delighted, they drank the pure waters of the sevenfold Godāvarī. Their charioteers bathed the horses, who had already drunk deeply and plunged into the river. After a short rest in the lush, grassy regions, the steeds were refreshed. Hearing the thunder of the horses’ hooves, the excellent women of the city were stirred. Mounting the strong rampart, they all gazed out together. Suratha, her body thrilled with delight and a smile upon her lips, spoke to her friend, “Surely, that very son of the king, whom I once chose as husband—he is indeed the foremost among the suffering, Ṛtadhvaja; there is no doubt about it. And this other is his own son, Jābali; there is no uncertainty here.” Gathering together, they sat before Śambhu and sang an auspicious song. They had come to see Tryambaka, the maker of the three worlds, Lord of Hāṭakeśvara. Standing before him, they sang the most excellent song. Witnessing their devotion, his heart filled with joy, and his body shone with hairs standing on end. Recognizing him, the yogic soul appeared with a delighted mind. In order, they stood and worshipped the three-eyed one, offering their praises. He rose together with those emaciated women and greeted them respectfully. Joyful, he entered comfortably along with the kings. After bathing on the bank of the Godavari, he wished to see Hatakeshvara. She too, upon seeing her mother, became radiant with delight and beauty. Out of deep affection, she embraced her mother again and again, her eyes brimming with tears. Then, instructions were given: “Go, lead Guhyaka to the great Añjana mountain. Quickly bring Parjanya, king of the Gandharvas, from heaven. O best of monkeys, you should bring Gālava here.” Having gone to Añjana and informed him, he then proceeded to the mountain of the immortals.