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The sound of the marching army's drums echoed in all directions. Not everyone travels by chariot. The jumping horses stumble, the elephants stop. The cavalry cannot move freely. The banners seem like blooming flowers mocking the moon-like face of the queen, the whisks in the hands of the ladies are like swans on red lotuses. The flag on the fine bamboo pole is like a symbol of a noble lineage and glory. The king, accompanied by his ministers, and the wise priest, blessed with divine vision and named Ananda, the wealthy merchant Dhanamitra, and the fearless commander, holding a sword in his hand, all set out together. Thus, they reached the forest after many days, traveling through villages, towns, and cities.
**[11]** They saw a lake with shimmering waves, adorned with blooming lotuses, as if the earth, like a friend, had raised a half-filled cup to welcome the arriving king.
**[12]** The lake, stained with drops of intoxicating nectar flowing from the trunks of elephants, its vast banks adorned with pairs of deer, its lotuses blooming in the sun's rays, where intoxicated bees stumble in their flight, where intoxicated elephants destroy the lotuses, its shores marked by the tongues of lions, as soon as the camp was set up there, a muni named Damvara, accompanied by Sagaraseen, arrived at the king's tent, concerned about the quality of the food and seeking alms in the forest.