The hundred daughters of King Kuśanābha, steadfast in virtue and honor, understood well the sacred duty owed to their father. “Our father is our lord and our highest deity,” they affirmed among themselves. “Whomever our father chooses for us, to him we shall belong as wives.” Their loyalty and obedience were unwavering. But when the god Hari heard their words, he became greatly enraged. Entering into the bodies of the maidens, the mighty and blessed lord broke them—shattering their forms with his divine power. Reduced by the force of the wind to the size of a finger, the terrified maidens, eyes brimming with tears, entered their father’s palace. Modest and deeply agitated by their ordeal, they sought refuge in the king’s house. King Kuśanābha, beholding his beloved daughters so grievously afflicted and deformed, was overcome with distress. With a heavy heart, he questioned them, “What has happened, my daughters? Who has transgressed the path of righteousness? Who has caused you this harm, making you crooked and broken? You move about, but do not speak.” Sighing deeply, he stilled his mind and waited for their reply. Now listen to the next part of this sacred tale. The hundred maidens, having heard the wise words of their father, Kuśanābha, approached him with reverence. Bowing low, they touched his feet with their heads and spoke: “O king, it was the wind, who pervades all things, who sought to violate us, abandoning the path of righteousness. We are under your authority, O blessed one; we are not independent. If you choose to give us to someone, only then do we belong to him. We told the wind as much: ‘Choose our father; if he gives us to you, then we are yours.’ But the wind, bound to sin, did not heed our words. As we spoke thus, he struck us harshly and brought us to this state.” Hearing the words of his daughters, the supremely righteous and resplendent king replied, “Patience is the highest duty for those who are forbearing, my daughters. You have acted with unity and preserved the honor of our lineage. Adornment is for women, but patience is for men; yet such forbearance is rare even among the gods. The patience you have all shown, without exception, is itself charity, truth, and sacrifice. Patience is fame, patience is righteousness, and the world itself rests upon patience.” Thus addressed, the king, mighty as the gods, let his daughters go. He then gathered his ministers and, skilled in counsel, deliberated carefully on the proper time, place, and worthy recipient for his daughters’ hands in marriage. At that very time, a radiant sage named Cūlī, steadfast in his celibacy and virtuous conduct, was engaged in austere penance. Attending upon him was Somadā, a Gandharva maiden and daughter of Ūrmilā. She served the sage devotedly, and after some time, her righteous service pleased him greatly. In due course, the sage said to her, “I am pleased with you, Somadā. May good be yours. Tell me, what can I do to please you?” Somadā, delighted and skilled in speech, replied sweetly, “Blessed one, endowed with Brahmanical splendor and austerity, I desire a righteous son who possesses the power of penance. I am without a husband and belong to no one. Approaching you through Brahmanical means, you alone are worthy to grant me a son.” Pleased with her devotion, the sage granted her an excellent son, born of his mind and spiritual power. This son, named Brahmadatta, became renowned as the son of Cūlī. King Brahmadatta, radiant and virtuous, ruled the city of Kāmpilya with supreme splendor, like the lord of gods in heaven. Seeing such a worthy king, Kuśanābha resolved to give his hundred daughters to Brahmadatta. Summoning him, the delighted king gave all his daughters in marriage. In due order, King Brahmadatta took the hands of the hundred maidens, just as the lord of gods takes his consorts. At the very touch of his hand, the deformity and affliction caused by the wind vanished. The hundred maidens shone forth with supreme beauty, their former suffering erased. King Kuśanābha rejoiced again and again, seeing his daughters restored and freed from the wind’s curse. After the marriage, he sent Brahmadatta, together with his wives and accompanied by teachers, on their way to Kāmpilya. Somadā, the Gandharva maiden, joyfully welcomed her daughters-in-law, praising Kuśanābha for his virtue and touching the hands of the maidens in accordance with custom. Now, hear the next part of this sacred story. When Brahmadatta had married and departed, King Kuśanābha, still without a son and longing for a grandson, performed a great sacrifice to obtain an heir. As the sacrifice was underway, the supremely noble Kuśa, son of Brahmā, appeared to the king and spoke: “O son, a righteous son, equal to yourself, will be born to you. Through him you will obtain Gādhi and everlasting fame in the world.” Having spoken thus, Kuśa ascended into the sky and returned to the eternal world of Brahmā. In time, to the wise Kuśanābha was born a supremely righteous son named Gādhi. O Rāghava, know that this Gādhi, steadfast in righteousness, is my father; I am Kauśika, born in the lineage of Kuśa. And my elder sister, steadfast in virtue, is named Satyavatī, who was given in marriage to the sage Ṛcīka. Thus, the tale of Kuśanābha’s daughters, their patience, their deliverance, and the continuation of his noble lineage unfolds, shining with the virtues of righteousness, forbearance, and the blessings of the divine.