Thus, when addressed, the monkey-elephant was filled with great joy. In due order, all present bathed and performed worship for their ancestors and the gods, honoring tradition. The swift and mighty monkey, foremost among leapers, stayed close by her side, ever attentive. When she beheld this monkey-elephant—strongest among the strong—she immediately took notice of his presence. The monkey, now on the renowned and tumultuous mountain peak, moved with energy and purpose. After much enjoyment together, their journey led them at last to the mighty Mount Vindhya. At midday, delighted, they drank from the sacred waters of the sevenfold Godāvarī. The charioteers bathed their horses, who, refreshed, drank deeply and plunged into the cool water. Soon, in the lush, grassy meadows, the steeds rested for a while. As the thunderous sound of horses’ hooves echoed, the excellent women of the place heard and were stirred. They ascended the strong rampart, gathering together to gaze out. Among them, Suratha, her body thrilled with delight, smiled and spoke to her friend, “Surely, that is the very son of the king whom I once chose as my husband. He is none other than Ṛtadhvaja, foremost among those who suffer—of this there is no doubt. And this is another, his own son, Jāvali; there is no uncertainty here.” They gathered before Śambhu and sang an auspicious song, seeking to behold Tryambaka, the Lord of Hāṭakeśvara, the maker of the three worlds. Standing before him, they sang the most excellent hymn of praise. Witnessing this, his heart filled with joy, and his body shone, hairs standing on end in delight. Recognizing him, the yogic soul appeared, mind delighted. The group stood in order, worshipping the three-eyed one and offering praises. He rose together with those emaciated women and respectfully greeted them. Joyful, he entered comfortably, accompanied by the kings. After bathing on the bank of the Godāvarī, he desired to see Hāṭakeśvara. At that moment, she too, upon seeing her mother, was filled with radiant 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.” The swift monkey, having gone to Añjana and given the message, then traveled to the mountain of the immortals. At the sacred place of the seven Godāvarīs, the monkey entered the netherworld. Emerging swiftly from the depths, he roamed the earth, leaping up to quickly fetch water from the seven Godāvarīs. There, he also saw Nandayantī, standing with goddess-like grace. Those excellent kings, honoring the ascetic rich in austerity, sat down, and the monkeys were then invited to join. As they arrived, the daughters with wide, beautiful eyes gazed intently upon them. Among them, Nandayantī and the others, together with their father, beheld the beautiful-faced maiden. Then the sage Satyadhvaja addressed the maiden with truthful words. Upon hearing his words, she was overwhelmed with shame and lost her composure.