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The Mahapurana, adorned with the radiance of celestial bows and various ornaments, appeared as if its body was made of light itself, and was revered by the four types of merits. Seated on a lofty lion throne, radiant as the rising sun, the King of Kings was beheld by Jayakumar, his heart overflowing with devotion. Prostrating himself before the Lord of the Pilgrimage, touching the earth with his eight limbs, he extended his hands in reverence and was seated by the King on a nearby seat. Honored by the King's gaze and adorned with his blessings, Jayakumar shone with a unique brilliance in the midst of the assembly. With a radiant smile and words that brought joy to all, the King asked, "Why, Jayakumar, have you not brought your bride? We were eager to see her. Why were we not invited to this new wedding celebration? Has Akampan separated us from our kin? Is this right? I was like your father, you should have married Sulochana after me, but you have forgotten all this." Thus, comforted by the King's natural and soothing words, Jayakumar, expressing his devotion, bowed his head and looked at the ground adorned with jewels, as if he were a guilty party. Then, receiving the King's grace, he stood up with folded hands and addressed the King of Kings, "O Lord, the King of Kashi, your obedient servant, following the various rites of marriage, had already begun the ceremony of Swayamvara. However, fate has turned it around. The war that threatened to destroy my very roots has been pacified, and therefore this servant has come to seek refuge at your feet. O King, who conquers all directions with your chariot, countless gods, vidyadharas, and kings are your devotees, circling your lotus feet like bees. Who am I then?"