Now, it seems appropriate to write a little about Shivdattgarh as well. We have already mentioned that Maharaj Shivdatt had a son and a daughter. At this time, the son, whose name is Bhimsen, had reached the age of eighteen, while the daughter, Kishori, was not yet more than fifteen years old. At present, poor Kishori is not in Shivdattgarh, for Maharaj Shivdatt, in his displeasure, has sent her to her maternal grandparents' home. The reason for his displeasure we shall not reveal here, for it is a complicated matter that will unfold in due course.

Bhimsen is present in Shivdattgarh. He is very fond of soldiering and possesses great physical strength. He is skilled in wielding the sword, dagger, spear, arrow, mace, and so on, and is also sharp in matters of governance, though he does not approve of his father Maharaj Shivdatt's ways. Nevertheless, Maharaj Shivdatt loves him dearly.

One day, Bhimsen, as was his custom, took twenty companions and rode out of Shivdattgarh on horseback to hunt. He entered a forest known for its wild boars, for it was his intention to chase and spear a wild boar at full gallop.

They wandered through the jungle. Suddenly, a powerful and sturdy boar darted past Bhimsen's side, running eastward. Bhimsen spurred his horse and gave chase, but the boar ran with such speed that it quickly got far ahead. All his companions were left behind. Suddenly, Bhimsen saw that ahead, in the direction he was riding...

The boar was running away; a woman, mounted on a horse and holding a spear in her hand, stood waiting for the boar to come close so she could strike it down with her spear.

When the boar reached a spot where the woman was as far behind it as Bhimsen was, it turned to the left and ran even faster than before. Both Bhimsen and the woman spurred their horses after it, but the woman reached it before Bhimsen and struck it with her spear. The moment the spear hit, the boar fell.

Seeing his prey killed by a woman, Bhimsen was seized with anger and his eyes turned red. He shouted at the woman, "Why did you throw your spear at my prey?"

Woman: "Was your name inscribed on the prey?"

Bhimsen: "Why not? My jungle, my prey. I have been chasing it for so long!"

Woman: "Ha! Your jungle, your prey! You've been running after it for three kos and still couldn't kill a single boar. You feel no shame, and instead, you glare at me and boast of your manhood!"

Bhimsen: "What can I say? I pity your beauty, and spare you because you're a woman. Otherwise, I would have taught you a lesson."

Woman: "I too spare you, thinking you're just a boy. Otherwise, I would have grabbed both your ears and torn them off!"

Bhimsen (gritting his teeth): "Enough, I can't bear this any longer. Watch your tongue!"

Woman: "If you can't bear it, then slap your own face with your own hand! Here, the tongue has always spoken like this, and always will!"

The woman's beauty, her way of riding, the grace and agility of her body were so striking that one could gaze at her for hours and still not be satisfied. Yet her sharp, biting words drove Bhimsen beyond his limits. Darkness clouded his eyes, and without thinking, he struck at the woman with his spear. The woman deftly blocked the spear with her shield and laughed, saying, "If you have more courage, show it!"

For an hour, the two fought with spears. Had any master of this art been present, he would surely have been delighted by the woman's agility and could not have helped but exclaim, "Bravo! Well done!" At last, the woman's spear, whose tip had been coated with poison, struck Bhimsen's thigh. The moment it pierced him, the poison spread throughout his body, and he collapsed to the ground, senseless.