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## Chapter Thirty
Having said this, King Janaka, whose eyes were filled with tears of joy, embraced the messenger Vidya-dhara as if he had found his own son. [151] With great joy, he danced and gave all the ornaments and clothes he was wearing to the Vidya-dhara, leaving only enough to cover his body and prevent him from being naked. [152] As King Janaka's friends and relatives gathered, their joy increasing, the celestial chariot of Bhamandala arrived, its radiance illuminating the sky. [153] King Janaka, unable to contain his excitement, repeatedly asked about Bhamandala, and the Vidya-dhara recounted the entire story in detail. [154]
Then, King Janaka, along with all his relatives, boarded the chariot and in the blink of an eye, reached Ayodhya, which was filled with the sweet sounds of trumpets. [155] Descending from the sky, he immediately embraced his son tightly. Overwhelmed with joy, his eyes closed, and he fainted for a moment. [156] Upon regaining consciousness, he looked at his son with his large, tear-filled eyes, and touched him with his hand, finding immense satisfaction. [157] Seeing her son, Queen Videha also fainted from joy. Upon regaining consciousness, she wept so sorrowfully that even animals were moved by her grief. [158] She lamented, "Oh, my son! Why were you taken away by a cruel enemy as soon as you were born?" [159] "My body, consumed by the fire of worry about you, has been burning for so long. Today, it has finally been quenched by the water of your presence." [160] "Pushpavati is a blessed and fortunate woman, for she held your dusty limbs in her lap when you were a child, kissed your face, anointed with sandalwood and adorned with saffron, and witnessed your childhood, when you were still a young boy." [161-162] Tears flowed from Queen Videha's eyes, and milk continued to flow from her breasts for a long time. [163]