The king of Kānyakubja, steadfast in the duties of a kṣatriya, ruled his prosperous realm with dignity. He possessed great wealth and was a delight to behold—charming in his presence and pleasing to all who saw him. In his court, the courtesans, ever skilled in the arts of music and dance, enticed a certain young woman into their midst. Drawn to their way of life, she became fond of singing and dancing herself, and so she lived among the attendants of that noble lord, adopting their customs and pleasures. Thus concludes the chapter recounting the greatness of Mathurā and the sanctity of the Kṛṣṇa-Gaṅgā and Kālinjara, as told in the venerable Varāha Purāṇa. Śrī Varāha continued: In time, a merchant journeyed with his goods, accompanied by a caravan. Settling among the traders, he prospered, becoming both wealthy and handsome. Their travels brought them at last to the sacred city of Mathurā. In that holy city, a man of the Pāñcāla people, proud and well-attended, arrived early one morning in a splendid vehicle, surrounded by his followers. After beholding the deity, he gave generous gifts again and again, his devotion evident. Curiosity led him to the temple of Gartteshvara, where he worshipped with reverence. He also approached a woman named Dhātreyikā, and, swayed by greed and delusion, presented her with necklaces of precious jewels. He made it his practice to bathe daily at the sacred confluence of the Kṛṣṇa and Gaṅgā rivers, near their source. In this manner, his days passed, and six months slipped by. One day, he was seen by an ascetic residing in his own hermitage. The man appeared covered with worms, a shocking sight. Each time he bathed, a heap of worms would fall away from his body. Sumantu, the sage, witnessed this astonishing occurrence for many days, growing anxious and suspicious. At last, he questioned the man: “What is it that you do, day and night? Tell me truly—are you a Pāñcāla, a Brahmin’s son, or engaged in trade?” The man explained that he had come from the southern regions and arrived at Mathurā. After his ritual bath, he would worship Maheshvara, known there as Trigarteshvara. Sumantu observed, “When unbathed, you are covered with worms; when bathed, you appear pure and radiant. Surely, some great and hidden sin clings to you. Yet, by contact with the holy Kālinjara, your body seems purified. Reveal to us the nature of your secret sin. I ask for your own good, having witnessed the power of this sacred place.” But the man, when questioned, remained silent and departed as before. Later, Sumantu turned to a young woman and inquired gently, “Who are you, fortunate one? Whose daughter are you? From what land do you come?” After some time, moved by his persistence, she replied with difficulty. “The delightful city of Pāñcāla lies on the northern bank of the Ganges. When famine struck our land, my family and I journeyed to the southern region. My father had five sons, and I was his only daughter. The youngest was my brother, and the eldest the fifth. When my brother departed, my parents met their destined end. Here, I remained, ever devoted to bathing and honoring the gods and Brahmins.” Her voice faltered as she confessed, “Yet, by adopting the conduct of a fallen woman, I destroyed my lineage. My most sinful actions led my brother to a terrible hell.” Thus, the tale unfolds, revealing the consequences of virtue and vice, the power of sacred places, and the mysterious workings of karma, as preserved in the holy Varāha Purāṇa.