When the son saw his father lying unconscious, overcome with grief, he wept bitterly. Through his tears, he lamented, “He is not fit for funeral rites.” Reflecting on the teachings of Apastamba, he remembered that for one who abandons his own life, penance is prescribed; the water-offering rite should not be performed in such a case. Burdened by sorrow and uncertainty, the son journeyed to his father-in-law’s house. There, his father-in-law addressed him sternly, “You have incurred the sin of Brahmin-slaying; go wherever you wish.” The son protested, “I have never caused the death of a Brahmin at any time.” But hearing these words, the father-in-law replied, “Because of that fault, O sage, you have indeed incurred the result of killing a Brahmin. Within a year, that sin will attach itself to the one who has fallen.” Disturbed by this exchange, the son-in-law responded, and the Brahmin, steadfast in his vows, answered in turn. Yet the verdict was clear: “Nowhere else is your purification possible, O slayer of a father.” After a long period of wandering, the son arrived at the city of Mathura. There, King Kuśika ruled in the city of Kanyāpura, and two thousand Brahmins participated in his grand sacrifice. Still, the father-in-law’s mind was troubled for a long time. Finally, he urged his daughter, “Go to that city of Mathura.” Through divine knowledge, the wife was always present at her husband’s side. Each day, after sunset, she would take her meal and then depart, placing her vessel in a pit, and remaining ever at the site of the sacrifice. After much time had passed, the Brahmins at the sacrifice questioned that foremost of twice-born about his story. He recounted the entire tale of his misfortune. The Brahmins declared, “You are a Shudra.” But then, by their own pronouncement, they restored him as a Brahmin. For the purpose of bathing, he then went to the sacred place known as Chakratirtha. There, his wife, heart filled with joy, spoke loving words to him. Hearing her affection, he replied, and she spoke again. She assured him, “By the power of Chakratirtha, you are freed, O best of twice-born.” Together, the excellent Brahmin and his wife traveled to Kalpagrama. In that place, those who were offered food always partook of it. Yet, O Earth, Chakratirtha surpasses even Kalpagrama a hundredfold. What is Kalpagrama to him, or even Varanasi, O auspicious one? For even if one is born as a worm or an insect at Chakratirtha, he attains a four-armed divine form. Thus concludes the one hundred sixty-second chapter, named “The Glory of Chakratirtha,” in the section on the greatness of Mathura, in the glorious Varaha Purana. Now, O Earth, listen as I recount another story—the greatness of Kapila Varaha. In the beautiful city of Mithila, ruled by Janaka, there lived Brahmins, Kshatriyas, Vaishyas, and also Shudras. Among them, O beautiful one, devotion arose toward Mathura.