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The army, weary from the long journey, was being welcomed with joy by the womenfolk. The commander of the army was being pleased by the king on the beautiful banks of the Ganga river in the forest where the elephants were grazing on grass infested with Yakshinis and Yakshas. Horses were being given fodder, food, and salt. Some soldiers were resting under their own command. The army was fragrant with the musk of the elephants, and the soldiers were asking each other about the long journey. Some were praising the king's work, which was marked by flags, bulls, and glory. The flat land stretched far and wide, and the soldiers were asking each other, "How long will we wander from village to village?" The mules and she-mules were tired. Tents and pavilions were set up, with smoke billowing out of their windows. One soldier said to another, "Let's get some fodder." The camels, with their necks raised, went into the forest and built their homes there, which were full of vines and fragrant with the scent of the air. The horses' saddles were removed, and they began to drink water and eat leaves. "My dear, it's good that we arrived safely from the journey. Look at the tents and the elephants coming quickly. The oxen, whose bodies are free from burdens, have also gone willingly. Come, let's go to the stables." The donkeys, with their own markings, were also moving, accompanied by the sounds of the tents and the gods, and the houses of the courtesans. The servants were running for trees and grass. The king had built this place where the fire in the hearths was burning. A weary soldier said, "Let's get up. Let's prepare various kinds of food." Many people were eating and their bodies were free from sweat.