All together, they ascended the strong rampart, gazing out upon the world beyond. Suratha, her body tingling with delight and a radiant smile upon her face, turned to her friend. “Surely,” she said, “that very son of the king, whom I once chose as my husband—there is no doubt, it is he, Ṛtadhvaja, the foremost among the suffering. And this one here, his own son, Jāvali—there can be no uncertainty about it.” Seated before Śambhu, the Lord, they began to sing an auspicious song. Their hearts were set on beholding Tryambaka, the creator of the three worlds, the Lord of Hāṭakeśvara. Standing before Him, they offered up their most excellent hymn, voices filled with devotion. Witnessing their worship, the Lord’s heart brimmed with joy, his very form shining, hairs standing on end in delight. In that sacred moment, the yogic soul recognized them and appeared, mind overflowing with happiness. The devotees stood in perfect order, worshipping the three-eyed one, offering praises with reverence. Rising together with the emaciated women, the Lord greeted them respectfully. Joyful, he entered with ease, accompanied by the kings. After bathing at the banks of the sacred Godavari, he expressed his wish to behold Hatakeshvara. Meanwhile, Suratha saw her mother and was filled with radiant joy; out of deep affection, she embraced her repeatedly, tears of happiness welling in her eyes. Then came instructions: “Go, lead Guhyaka to the great Añjana mountain. Quickly bring Parjanya, king of the Gandharvas, from heaven. O best of monkeys, you must bring Gālava here as well.” The messenger went to Añjana and delivered the message, then proceeded to the mountain of the immortals. At the holy place of the seven Godavaris, the monkey entered the netherworld. Emerging swiftly, he roamed the earth, leaping up to bring water from all seven streams of the Godavari. There, he beheld Nandayantī, standing with a goddess-like radiance. Meanwhile, the best of kings honored a great ascetic, rich in austerity. Once they had settled, the monkeys were invited to join them. As the monkeys arrived, the wide-eyed daughters gazed at them intently. Among them, Nandayantī and the others, together with their father, looked upon the beautiful-faced maiden. Then the sage Satyadhvaja addressed her, speaking truthful words. Hearing him, the maiden was overcome by shame and lost her composure. “Because I have become a bad daughter,” she lamented, “I will abandon this body. O Brahmin, save me, for my mind is afflicted by sin.” The sage comforted the slender maiden, saying, “Do not despair now. Your father, the increaser of the gods, will be born to you again.” When the sage of purified mind spoke these words, he added, “Daughter, give up your sorrow. In ten months, a son will be born to you.” Thus comforted, Citrāṅgadā became joyful and radiant once more. All the slender maidens remained together throughout that time. When ten months had passed, the Apsarases arrived. At the birth of the child, because of the monkey’s actions, Viśvakarman was also summoned to the scene.