As Vivasvant, the radiant Sun, prepared to depart, Śakrajit addressed him once more: “You, whose fiery splendor traverses the worlds—at this very moment, you must grant me that gem.” At Śakrajit’s request, the brilliant Bhāskara bestowed upon him the famed Syamantaka jewel. Śakrajit, now in possession of this divine gem, returned to his city. So dazzling was his appearance that people ran after him, exclaiming, “This is the Sun himself going!” He astonished the assembly as he entered the inner city and palace. With great affection, King Śakrajit presented the celestial Syamantaka gem to his brother, Prasena. Wherever the Syamantaka resided, timely rains nourished the land and there was no fear of disease—such was its blessing upon the kingdom. Govinda, desiring the Syamantaka from Prasena, refrained from taking it by force, though he was fully capable; he did not acquire it. In time, Prasena set out for the hunt, adorned with the gem. Because of the Syamantaka, he met a terrible end, slain by a lion. Jāmbavān, king of the bears, then killed the lion, took the divine gem, and carried it into his own cave. This sequence of events led the great Vṛṣṇis and Andhakas to suspect Krishna himself, believing he coveted the jewel. Unable to bear such false accusations, the mighty Bhagavān, slayer of enemies, departed into the forest. There, accompanied by his men, he searched for Prasena, following his tracks through the wilds. Weary from the search, Krishna came upon the mountain of the bears and the excellent Vindhya mountain. Though he did not find the gem immediately, he saw Prasena, slain alongside his horse, and the lion lying not far from Prasena’s body. The lion, in turn, had been killed by a bear. Krishna then followed the tracks of the bear, seeking the entrance to its cave. As he drew near, he heard a great and tumultuous cry—a woman’s voice in distress. It was the nurse of Jāmbavat’s son, comforting the child with affection: “Do not weep, dear one, for the jewel. The lion killed Prasena, and the lion was slain by Jāmbavat; do not weep, gentle child, for this is the Syamantaka jewel.” Making sense of these words, Krishna hastened to the cave’s entrance and found Prasena’s lifeless body. Entering the cave, the blessed one encountered the noble-minded king of the bears, Jāmbavat. There, within the cavern, Vāsudeva and Jāmbavat engaged in a fierce struggle, battling with their arms for twenty-one days. Meanwhile, those who accompanied Krishna, believing he had perished within the cave, returned to Dvāravatī and reported his supposed death. At last, Vāsudeva overcame the mighty Jāmbavat, who, recognizing Krishna’s divine brilliance, offered him both the Syamantaka jewel and his daughter Jāmbavatī. Having accepted the jewel for his own purification and having reconciled with the king of the bears, Krishna departed from the cave. With the Syamantaka jewel in hand, he returned and, in the presence of the Sātvatas, restored the gem to Satrājit. Thus, Janārdana was freed from the false accusation, and he spoke again to Jāmbavatī. Whoever learns how this false accusation against Krishna was dispelled will never themselves utter a false accusation. Satrājit, meanwhile, had a hundred sons from his ten wives. Of these, three were renowned: Bhaṅgakāra, the eldest, Vīra, and Vratapati, as well as Supriya, the youngest. Dvāravatī, daughter of Bhaṅgakāra, gave birth to three sons of great beauty and virtue. Among women, Satyabhāmā was the foremost, steadfast in her vows like an ascetic; her father gave her in marriage to Krishna. The Syamantaka jewel, which Krishna had returned to Satrājit, was later taken by Bhoja, Śatadhanvan. Akrūra, desiring the jewel, sought out the blameless Satyabhāmā and also coveted the Syamantaka. After killing Bhadrakāra, the powerful Śatadhanvan took the jewel by night and handed it over to Akrūra. Akrūra, foremost among men, accepted the jewel and made a pact: “Let no one but you know of this.” They agreed, saying, “Should Krishna overpower you, all the people of Dvārakā will remain under my control.” When her father was slain, the illustrious Satyabhāmā, stricken with grief, mounted her chariot and journeyed to the city of Varanavata. There, afflicted by sorrow, she recounted to her husband Krishna the deeds of Śatadhanvan, son of Bhoja, weeping at his side. Hari performed the funeral rites for the burned Pandavas and instructed Satyaki likewise for their brothers. Then Madhusūdana swiftly returned to Dvārakā and spoke to his elder brother, the illustrious wielder of the plough: “Prasena was killed by a lion, and Satrājit by Śatadhanvan; Syamantaka is on his path—attack there, O lord! Now, mount the chariot quickly; after slaying the mighty Bhoja, O strong-armed one, the Syamantaka jewel will be ours.