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## The Eighth Chapter
Then, she, releasing breaths and tears incessantly, her face wilted with sorrow. Seeing her, Harishena said, "Mother, why have you begun this inauspicious weeping, which you have never even dreamt of before? Please stop and tell me the reason." || 290-291 ||
Hearing her words, he pondered the reason. "What should I do? This heavy burden has come upon me. How can I tell my father?" || 292 ||
"He is my father and she is my mother. Both are my supreme gurus. Whom should I hate? Alas, I am caught in a great predicament." || 293 ||
Unable to bear the sight of his tearful mother, he left the palace and went to the forest, teeming with wild animals. || 294 ||
There, he wandered fearlessly, eating roots and fruits in the desolate forest, drinking water from the lakes. || 295 ||
Seeing his form, even the cruel animals were pacified for a moment. Indeed, who does not love a noble being? || 296 ||
Even in the secluded forest, the memory of his mother's weeping tormented him. The words she uttered with a choked voice, all of it was a constant burden. || 297 ||
Despite the beautiful landscapes of the forest, he found no peace. His gentle heart was constantly restless, wandering aimlessly. || 298 ||
"Is this a forest deity?" he wondered incessantly, his eyes fixed on the deer who watched him from afar. || 299 ||
Wandering thus, he reached the hermitage of Shatamanyu, a disciple of Angiras, where creatures of the forest lived in peace, their animosity forgotten. || 300 ||
Meanwhile, a king named Kalakalpa, mighty and fearsome, with a vast army, besieged the city of Champa. || 301 ||
Janamejaya, the king of Champa, fought against him, while Nagavati, his mother, along with her daughter, escaped through a long tunnel built beforehand, and reached the hermitage of Shatamanyu. || 302 ||