Mithi had a son named Janaka, born to his devoted and virtuous wife. She remained steadfast in her good deeds and unwavering in her loyalty to her husband. Janaka himself was a greatly fortunate king, always dedicated to the welfare of all beings. He ruled the earth with righteousness, ensuring its protection and prosperity. Under his reign, the gods sent timely rains, and in his illustrious kingdom, no one suffered from sickness, affliction, or even unhappiness. One day, the queen, humble and respectful, addressed King Janaka. She said, “Whatever wealth exists on earth or within your house, all of it has already been distributed, and you have been present for it all. We have nothing left—not even the price of a flower—nor do we have any annual income or even a vessel. O king of men, tell me, what should I do?” King Janaka replied, “O queen, I do not see anything left for you or for the people. So, I will speak according to my ability, if you agree, my dear. We should prepare the field ourselves, using a wooden spade.” Thus addressed, the queen spoke again: “Of horses and elephants, and likewise of camels, of buffaloes and donkeys, O greatly renowned one—what of them?” The king answered, “All such tasks are performed by my servants, O lovely-faced one. We have oxen, donkeys, horses, elephants, and camels in great number. There is iron, tin, copper, silver, and gold. Indeed, O goddess, I see something golden, but not iron.” Hearing this, the illustrious queen replied, “Go, O king, as you wish; I shall follow behind you.” So the king and queen went together to seek out the field. “This, O beautiful one, is my auspicious field; sit here,” the king said. “I will cut, O goddess; you, dear one, clear these away.” As the king instructed, the great queen noticed something unusual. “A golden tree stands here at the side, and likewise a golden bush. How shall we make a field here, which causes heart disease? Even if we work here, how will it bear fruit?” King Janaka, ever gentle and affectionate to all beings, spoke softly, “O beautiful one, near the water’s edge, this is a dwelling, O great goddess, and here, no one is troubled.” But above them, the fierce Sun blazed relentlessly in the sky. The heat grew ever more intense and harsh, and the season was exceedingly severe. The king’s smooth, coppery feet were scorched by the burning ground. At midday, the Sun’s rays, blazing like fire, burned with great intensity. Overcome by the heat, the queen said, “I am thirsty, O great king, tormented greatly by the heat.” Having spoken thus, distressed and overwhelmed by suffering, the goddess-like queen fell down in exhaustion.