Hearing the words of his daughters, the god Hari, filled with great anger, entered the bodies of those who had wronged them and, with his immense power, broke them apart. The force of the wind shattered their forms, reducing them to the size of a finger. Terrified and deeply agitated, the modest maidens, their eyes brimming with tears, hurried into the palace of their father, King Kuśanābha. When the king saw his beloved daughters so afflicted—bent and distressed—he was overcome with sorrow. Troubled in heart, he spoke to them gently, “What has happened, my daughters? Tell me, who has acted against righteousness? Who has caused you all to become so afflicted? You wander about in silence, yet do not speak.” With a heavy sigh, the king composed himself and waited for their reply. The hundred maidens, wise and virtuous, approached their father Kuśanābha, bowed, and touched his feet with reverence. Then, speaking together, they explained, “O king, the wind, who pervades all things, sought to violate us, pursuing an unrighteous path and disregarding dharma. We are under your authority, O blessed one, and not independent. He should have sought you, our father; if you had given us, then we would be his. But he would not heed our words and, bound by sin, struck us harshly when we refused.” Hearing their account, the supremely righteous and radiant king addressed his daughters with warmth and wisdom. “Patience is the highest duty of those who are forbearing, my daughters. You have shown unity and preserved our family’s honor. Adornment may be the virtue of women, but patience is the virtue of men—yet such forbearance is rare, even among the gods. The patience you have all displayed is a form of charity, truth, and sacrifice. It brings fame and upholds righteousness; indeed, the world itself rests upon patience.” Having thus counseled his daughters, the mighty king let them go. Then, together with his ministers, he began to consider the proper time, place, and worthy recipient for the marriage of his daughters. At that very time, a radiant sage named Cūlī, steadfast in celibacy and virtue, was engaged in deep austerity. Serving him was Somadā, a Gandharva maiden and daughter of Ūrmilā. She devoted herself to the sage, serving him with humility and righteousness. Pleased with her service, the sage one day spoke kindly to her, “I am pleased with you. May good befall you—tell me, what can I do to please you?” Somadā, delighted and skilled in gentle speech, replied, “Blessed with Brahmanical splendor and austerity, O great ascetic, I desire a righteous son endowed with Brahmanical penance. I am without a husband, and not anyone’s wife. 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—a son of great Brahmanical power, named Brahmadatta, son of Cūlī. Brahmadatta became a king of supreme splendor, reigning in the city of Kāmpilya like the lord of the gods in heaven. King Kuśanābha, seeking a worthy husband for his hundred daughters, resolved to give them to Brahmadatta. Summoning the illustrious king, Kuśanābha joyfully gave him his hundred daughters in marriage. Brahmadatta, in due order, took their hands, just as the lord of gods takes his consorts. At the very touch of Brahmadatta’s hand, all the deformity and affliction of the maidens vanished, and they shone forth in supreme beauty. Seeing his daughters freed from the curse of the wind, King Kuśanābha was overjoyed and rejoiced again and again. Having married his daughters, the king sent Brahmadatta, along with his wives and accompanied by teachers, on his way. Somadā, the Gandharva maiden, seeing her son perform such noble deeds, joyfully welcomed her daughters-in-law according to custom, touching them with affection and praising Kuśanābha. After Brahmadatta’s marriage and departure, King Kuśanābha, still without a son, performed a great sacrifice, seeking to obtain a grandson. As the sacrifice was underway, the supremely noble Kuśa, son of Brahmā, appeared to Kuśanābha and said, “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 to the sky and returned to the eternal world of Brahmā. In due time, a supremely righteous son was born to the wise Kuśanābha, and he was named Gādhi. O descendant of Kakutstha, that Gādhi is my father; I am Kauśika, born in the lineage of Kuśa, O delight of the Raghus. My elder sister, steadfast in virtue, is Satyavatī, who was given in marriage to Ṛcīka. That supremely noble Satyavatī, following her husband, ascended to heaven in her very body and became the great river Kauśikī.