He rose to become the foremost authority in dharmaśāstra, surpassing all others in knowledge of righteous conduct. Determined to expand his influence, he dispatched his own army with the purpose of conquest, sending them toward the great city. Upon arrival, his envoys addressed King Parimala, saying, “Listen, O descendant of the lunar dynasty. One-sixth of all is taken as tax and given to our king. But from today onward, if anyone gives tax to that king, it will not be accepted. Know that those kings who have sided with Jayachandra do so only out of fear of him.” Hearing these words, King Parimala approached the great-souled ruler, bringing with him wealth amounting to one million. Together they journeyed, and soon a hundred thousand heroes arrived at Kanyakubja. There, the messengers declared, “King Prithviraja, the great king, desires tribute from you.” King Parimala replied, “At present, there are many feudatory chiefs in my land.” But after speaking thus, he grew angry and took up the Vaishnava weapon against them. When the great king heard of this, he was seized with great fear. Meanwhile, various wrestlers arrived, honored by King Parimala. Among them was the son of the lord of the earth, strong and just sixteen years of age. He bowed before the king, his maternal uncle, Abhaya, who was mighty and renowned. Abhaya, expert in battle and filled with affection, spoke to his sister’s son: “How can you, who are like a thunderbolt, be compared to this son, so tender?” Hearing these words, the king—his uncle and lord of the earth—reflected and said, “Listen, O king, to how I came to know about this child.” He summoned learned men and joyfully asked them to determine the auspicious moment. They spoke of the child’s marks and uttered supreme words to the king, saying, “This son of the regional king is suitable for the Krishna lineage.” Upon hearing this, the heroic Lakṣaṇa set out for Barhiṣmatī, as he had in former times, and established his own kingdom in the northern Naimisha forest. O king, it was during the festival of serpents, on the fifth day under a clear sky, that the next events unfolded. Hearing harsh words, the descendant of Krishna, distressed and mighty, swiftly readied himself for battle, seizing safety with his arms. After only a brief fight, he threw his opponent down on the battlefield. When the king saw his own son fallen and unconscious, he rushed forward, sword in hand. But the descendant of Krishna, perceiving the king’s anger, became even more powerful. When the wrestlers’ force was defeated, the king, still sword in hand, was recognized by the lord of the earth, who then restrained him. In the ninth year, among Krishna’s descendants, the delighted young princes approached, offering salutations: “Salutations to you, O foremost king, bestower of all joy.” Hearing their words, the king replied, “So be it.” Filled with joy, he gave them those born from the womb of the deer, as you have heard from my mouth, O Sūta, just as the mare was born from the deer. These gifts came to Bhīṣmasiṃha from Indra, the lord of the gods, O sage. Adorned with divine ornaments, they moved through the sky and water. Thus spoke Sūta. He then performed devoted service to the Sun for twelve years.