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The Mahapurana, with its parasol that rivaled the moon, was as if the moon itself had come to serve him. The parasol, adorned with the rays of the crown jewel, resembled a lotus with the sun's rays. The women, with their whisks that rivaled the drops of the Ganga, were like beautiful maidens who had come to serve him. The chariot, crafted by the master craftsman, was adorned with gold and jewels, and resembled the beauty of the gardens of Mount Meru. The chariot, with its wheels that rivaled the jewel-studded wheels, and its axle made of iron, was a reflection of the king's desires. The horses, swift as the wind, bright as the moon, and numerous as the clouds of glory, pulled the chariot. The king, seated on the chariot, with a skilled charioteer at his side, was like Indra on Mount Meru. The king, who had prepared for his conquest, and whose departure was marked by auspicious chants, set out on his journey. The sky was filled with shouts of victory, and the palace was filled with generals. The gods, with their crowns, bowed their heads in reverence, surrounding the king like they would Indra. The army, which had blocked all the streets of the city, began to move. It was a sight unlike any other.