As the conversation unfolded, one of them, greatly blessed, affirmed, “Indeed, it is just as you have spoken.” The day they spoke of was the twelfth day, held most dear, beloved of Lord Nārāyaṇa himself. On this auspicious twelfth day, during the radiant Kaumudi, the joyous custom is to offer gifts, and it is said that such giving brings delight to Viṣṇu and bestows great merit upon the giver. As they spoke in this manner, the night—filled with auspiciousness—quietly gave way to the morning. When dawn arrived, they purified themselves as was proper, adorned themselves in fresh linen garments, and prepared for the day’s sacred duties. The son then approached his parents, reverently touching their feet, and addressed them with humility and love. He said, “Dear father, whatever you wish to know about the secret of the boar, I shall tell you. Once, I ate insects and, suffering from indigestion, was greatly tormented. In that state of confusion, the other children took me away to play. During this time, you saw me, and I saw you—thus, the contest between us was set in motion. Proclaiming, ‘Not mine, but yours,’ I journeyed to the supreme holy place of the Sun. There, at that mighty and sacred site, I released my life-breath. Mother, it was on this most auspicious day that your son was born again. I have now revealed to you the secret of what has passed, and my own story. I shall now perform my duty—go, dear one, and accept my salutations. Whatever acts are declared by Viṣṇu, those are the deeds you should have performed. The garland of banyan leaves, properly offered, grants liberation from the cycle of actions. Having performed such great deeds, they attained death, and freed from all worldly existence, they reached the White Island. There, all are endowed with prosperity, free from disease and illness. By the grace born of my field, they rejoice there, as is fitting. Again, I shall share another tale of what occurred during my boar incarnation. Those freed from birth among animals also reach the White Island. He who follows this path quickly delivers his lineage—ten ancestors before and ten after—from bondage. One should not recite these teachings among those who slander, but may do so alone at home, or in the presence of Vaiṣṇavas—those endowed with the virtues of the scriptures. Thus concludes the one hundred thirty-eighth chapter, named ‘The Story of Khañjarīṭa,’ in the glorious Varāha Purāṇa. Now, O goddess, listen as I reveal the greatness of the boar and the true results of what is written here. One should begin by plastering the ground of my abode with cow dung. For as many thousands of divine years as this is done, one delights in heaven. Such a person is born into a vast and pure family, abundant in wealth and grain. Having attained the blessed Kuśa Island, one lives there for thousands of years. Even after falling from Kuśa Island, if one remains devoted to my actions, by the power of that devotion, he causes all my shrines and abodes to be established. Now, O Vasundharā, I shall speak further about cow dung. Whether near or far, whoever brings cow dung to my abode gains great merit. The leader among those who bring cow dung is honored in the heavenly world, and for eleven thousand and eleven hundred years, they are blessed. Thus, the greatness of these acts and their fruits are revealed, as spoken by the Lord.