The princess never even glanced toward the side where Narada sat puffed up. Again and again the muni craned forward, restless, and the ganas smiled at his state. The merciful Lord came there in the form of a king, and the princess gladly placed the garland on Him. He led the bride away. Narada was stricken, his wits gone, as if a jewel had slipped from a knot in his cloth. Smiling, the ganas told him to go and look at his face in a mirror, and fled in fear. He saw his face in water, and at that sight his rage grew. He cursed them: you two deceitful sinners, go and become rakshasas; you laughed at me, now reap it,, then mock a muni again.