Because he did not accept the words of the hundred maidens—words spoken with sincerity and warning—the one bound to sin brought upon them a harsh fate. As they spoke, all were struck severely by the wind, suffering its cruel effects. Hearing their troubled words, King Kuśanābha, supremely righteous and radiant, addressed his hundred excellent daughters. With compassion, he said, “Patience is the greatest duty of those who are forbearing, my daughters. You have acted together and preserved our lineage. Adornment is for women, but patience is for men; yet such forbearance is difficult even for the gods themselves. The patience you have all shown, without exception, is itself charity, it is truth, it is sacrifice. Patience is fame, patience is righteousness, and indeed, the world rests upon patience.” Having thus comforted his daughters, the mighty king, equal to the gods, let them go. Afterwards, Kuśanābha, skilled in counsel, deliberated with his ministers about the proper giving—considering carefully the place, time, and worthy recipient. At that very moment, a radiant sage named Cūlī, steadfast in celibacy and virtuous conduct, was practicing Brahmanical austerity. As Cūlī engaged in penance, a Gandharva maiden named Somadā, daughter of Ūrmilā, attended upon him with devotion. She bowed to him and served him faithfully, dwelling there righteously for a time, until her teacher was pleased with her. Then, in due course, O descendant of Raghu, the sage spoke to Somadā: “I am pleased with you; may good come to you. What shall I do to please you?” Recognizing his satisfaction, the Gandharva maiden, delighted and skilled in speech, addressed him sweetly: “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; having approached you through Brahmanical means, you alone are worthy to grant me a son.” Pleased with her devotion, the Brahmarṣi granted her an excellent Brahmanical son, born of his mind, known as Brahmadatta, son of Cūlī. This king Brahmadatta resided in the city of Kāmpilya, with supreme splendor, like the lord of gods in heaven. Then, O descendant of Kakutstha, King Kuśanābha resolved to give his hundred daughters to Brahmadatta. Summoning the illustrious Brahmadatta, the king, delighted in his heart, gave him his hundred daughters. In proper order, King Brahmadatta took their hands in marriage, like the lord of gods with his consorts. At the very touch of his hand, the maidens were freed from their deformity and affliction, and all hundred shone with supreme beauty. Seeing his daughters released from the effects of the wind, King Kuśanābha was exceedingly delighted and rejoiced again and again. Having married his daughters, the king sent Brahmadatta, together with his wives and accompanied by teachers, on his way. Somadā, seeing her son perform deeds befitting him, joyfully welcomed her daughters-in-law according to custom, touching them and praising Kuśanābha. Now hear the thirty-fourth sarga of the glorious Vālmīki Rāmāyaṇa, Bālakāṇḍa. When Brahmadatta had been married and departed, O Rāghava, the childless King Kuśanābha performed a sacrifice to obtain a son, seeking a grandson for his lineage. As the sacrifice was underway, the supremely noble Kuśa, son of Brahmā, spoke to King Kuśanābha: “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 entered the sky and went to the eternal world of Brahmā. After some time, to the wise Kuśanābha, a supremely righteous son was born, named Gādhi. O descendant of Kakutstha, that Gādhi, supremely righteous, is my father; I, Kauśika, am born in the lineage of Kuśa, O delight of the Raghus. My elder sister, O Rāghava, steadfast in virtue, is named Satyavatī, who was given to Ṛcīka. That supremely noble Satyavatī, following her husband, ascended to heaven in her body and became the great river Kauśikī. Divine, with pure waters, lovely, and resting upon the Himālaya, my sister Kauśikī became a river for the welfare of the world. Therefore, I dwell happily by the side of the Himālaya, united in affection with my sister Kauśikī, O delight of the Raghus. That virtuous Satyavatī, established in truth and righteousness, devoted to her husband, greatly fortunate, became Kauśikī, the best of rivers. Indeed, O Rāma, by observance I left her and came here; I reached Siddhāśrama and have been perfected by your energy. O Rāma, this is the account of my birth and my lineage, and of the land, as you have asked me, O mighty-armed one. O descendant of Kakutstha, midnight has passed as I have been telling these stories; seek sleep now, may good fortune be yours, and may nothing hinder our journey. All the trees are motionless, the wild animals and birds have withdrawn, and the directions, O delight of the Raghus, are covered by the darkness of night. Twilight is slowly fading, and the sky, as if veiled by eyes, shines with the light of stars and constellations.