Out of curiosity, a man journeyed to the sacred site of Gartteshvara, eager to behold the deity there. With deep reverence, he also approached a woman named Dhātreyikā. Overcome by greed and delusion, he offered her jeweled necklaces, just as he had given many gifts repeatedly after seeing the deity. He made it his practice to bathe daily at the holy place near the sources of the Krishna and Ganga rivers. In this manner, half a year slipped by as he continued his rituals. One day, someone from his own hermitage saw him arrive, his body covered with worms—a shocking sight. Whenever he bathed, a heap of worms would fall away from him. The sage Sumantu witnessed this astonishing event for many days, growing increasingly anxious and suspicious. Unable to hold his concerns, Sumantu questioned him: "What is it that you do, day and night? Tell me, as I ask you now—are you a Panchala, a Brahmin’s son, or are you engaged in trade?" The man had come from the southern region and reached Mathura. After bathing there, he beheld Maheshvara, known as Trigarteshvara. Sumantu observed, "When he is unbathed, he is full of worms; when bathed, he becomes pure and radiant. Surely, there is some great sin of yours, hidden in origin. By contact with Kālinjara, your body appears purified. Reveal to us what this hidden sin is. Having seen the greatness of this holy place, I ask you for your own good." Yet, when questioned, the man remained silent and departed in the same manner as before. Sometime later, Sumantu turned to the woman and asked gently, "Who are you, fortunate one? Whose daughter are you, sweet speaker, and from what land do you come?" After some time had passed, he spoke these words to his beloved, and, seeing his insistence, she replied with difficulty. She began, "The delightful city of Panchala lies on the northern bank of the Ganges. When famine afflicted the land, we two journeyed south. In that place, my father had five sons along with me. The youngest brother is mine, and the eldest is the fifth. When he departed, my parents met their destined end. Here, I was always devoted to bathing and honoring the gods and Brahmins." But then, with tears streaming down her face, she confessed, "By adopting the conduct of a fallen woman, I destroyed my lineage. By my most sinful actions, I led him to a terrible hell." She wept aloud in distress, remembering her once-noble family. Hearing her lament, the womenfolk of the area gathered around in sympathy. By various means, they revived the man who had suffered so. Then, he told the assembled company the entire story and revealed his great lineage. Yet, afterwards, he became deeply dejected, burdened by the forbidden union. Sumantu explained, "If a Brahmin is born as a murderer of Brahmins or a drinker of liquor; if one approaches his mother, teacher’s wife, sister, daughter, or daughter-in-law; if one kills a Brahmin, drinks liquor, slays a woman, or approaches his teacher’s bed—such are the gravest sins." Having heard this, Panchali, the woman, regarded only her eldest brother as kin. All the jewels, garments, wealth, and grain that were present there—she set aside, recognizing the consequences of her actions and the weight of the ancestral laws.