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## The Eighth Chapter
Now, in the southern range of the Vijayardha mountain, there was a city called Asura-Sangita. There lived a powerful warrior named Maya, a Vidyadhara, whose brilliance was like that of the sun. He was known as a Daitya in the world. He had a wife named Hemavati, who possessed all the virtues of womanhood.
They had a daughter named Mandodari, whose every limb was beautiful. She had a slender waist, large eyes, and a beauty that flowed like a stream of water.
One day, seeing his daughter, now fully blossomed with youth, the father was overwhelmed with worry and spoke to his wife with great respect, saying, "My dear, our daughter Mandodari has reached the age of youth. Seeing this, my anxiety about this matter has multiplied."
Someone has rightly said that at the onset of a girl's youth, which ignites the fire of anxiety, parents, along with other relatives, become fuel for that fire.
Therefore, wise men, with hearts filled with sorrow, offer water with their eyes as an offering to a daughter at her birth.
Alas, the separation from a child born from one's own body, taken away by strangers, pierces the heart.
Therefore, my dear, tell me, to whom shall we give this young girl? Who, with his virtues, lineage, and beauty, would be a suitable match for her?
Hearing this, Queen Hemavati said, "Mothers are suitable for protecting the bodies of their daughters, while fathers are suitable for giving them away."
"Where you find it pleasing to give her away, it is pleasing to me as well. Daughters of noble families follow the wishes of their husbands."
Hearing this, the king, along with his ministers, began to deliberate. One minister suggested a certain Vidyadhara.
Then, another minister suggested Indra, the lord of all Vidyadharas. All Vidyadharas fear him, for he is invincible.