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The handsome, high-browed, Bappriya Sale, recognizing the prince, son of Gunapal, who was beloved by women, knew that this was the same prince who had been loved by many. In the city of Usravati, there was a Hemvarma, who was attended by his followers. They told him of his karma, how he was like a lute played on a bed, a virtuous wish-fulfilling cow, milked by the righteous. Thinking this, the comet-like Vidhyadhar ascended, climbed the nose, and then departed. Just as the king was taken away, and just as he ran, it was as if a comet had risen in the time of destruction. And from the courtyard of that Jina temple, the king of kings was established in such a way that no one could know. Hearing this, the king of Usravati, along with his servants, was taken away like a Garuda carrying a snake. The enemy took him near Usravati, and the servants were angry, saying, "Why did you make this mistake? Why did you not protect that ideal man? Why did you take away his joy, when he was in the presence of Harivahani, the land of Yama, in the time-cave of Kalagiri, where the blue-peacocks dance?" Then, the greedy Bappriya Sale, filled with anger, said, "I threw him away."
In Chandrapur, in the darkness of the night, in the cremation ground, the king was crucified. When the sword-goddess, the destroyer of time, was pleased, the master sat on the bed, free from decay. The serpent of time struck him with a flower, but the virtuous could not be consumed by poison, nor could he be pierced by a spear or a club. He could not be killed by a human, but only by a demon.