A certain man, newly arrived in the holy city, was questioned by a curious inquirer: “Tell me, what is it that you do day and night? Are you a native of Panchala, a Brahmin’s son, or perhaps engaged in trade?” This man had journeyed from the southern regions and had finally come to Mathura. Upon his arrival, he performed his ritual bath, and then beheld the great Maheshvara, worshipped there as Trigarteshvara. Sumantu, observing him, remarked, “When unbathed, you seemed covered in worms, but after bathing, you appeared pure and radiant. Surely, there is some great sin hidden within you, its origin concealed. Yet, by the sacred contact with Kālinjara, your body now seems purified. Tell us truly—what is this secret sin you carry? Having witnessed the holiness of this place, I ask you for your own good.” But when questioned thus, the man remained silent and departed as quietly as he had come. Later, another question was posed, this time to a woman: “Who are you, O fortunate one? Whose daughter are you, lovely of speech, and from what land do you hail?” After some time had passed, prompted by his persistence, she replied with difficulty, her heart heavy with memories. She spoke: “My home is the delightful city of Panchala, which rests upon the northern bank of the Ganges. When famine struck our land, my family and I journeyed south in search of sustenance. There, my father had five sons along with me. I am the youngest; the eldest is the fifth. After my brother departed, my parents met their destined end. Here, I remained ever devoted to bathing and to honoring the gods and Brahmins.” Her voice faltered as she confessed, “But by adopting the conduct of a fallen woman, I destroyed my own lineage. Through my sinful actions, I led my companion into a terrible hell.” Overcome with grief, she wept aloud, mourning her once-noble family. Hearing her cries, the women of the place gathered around her in sympathy. Through their efforts, they revived the man who had suffered. When he returned to his senses, he recounted the whole story and the greatness of his lineage. Yet, sorrow weighed upon him, for he knew he had entered into a forbidden union. He reflected on the dire consequences for a Brahmin who commits grave sins—such as murder of a Brahmin, drinking liquor, or violating sacred relationships like those with a mother, teacher’s wife, sister, daughter, or daughter-in-law. In response to all that had transpired, Panchali, the woman from Panchala, looked only to her eldest brother for guidance. All the jewels, garments, wealth, and grain that were present there, she dedicated to the adornment of Kālinjara, especially for the upkeep of its gardens. Seeking purification for herself, she kindled the sacrificial fire and performed the necessary rites. The Panchala man, too, with proper reverence, bowed to the sage who was his teacher. He conducted the rites appropriate for death at that sacred place. He purchased villages and gave them to the Brahmins, distributing wealth among them for the purposes of sacrifice. After bathing at Krishna’s sacred site, beholding the deity and bowing in humility, he built a temple there, instructing the local merchants in its care. Moved by these acts, one declared, “O deity, your divine knowledge is wondrous and awe-inspiring.” From that time in Mathura, the devotee affirmed, he had come, seeking guidance and purification from his teacher.