O great king! having heard this request, and seeing that they were all distressed, Huri sent forth the ague, which rushed upon Muhadeo’s fever. On seeing the ague, Muhadeo’s fever fled through fear; and continuing his flight, came to Sudashivù Jee. The inflammatory fever then said to Muhadeo, “Afford me an asylum, or the fever of Krishnù will destroy me.” Muhadeo Jee replied, “There is no one in the three worlds, except Shree Krishnù Chund, who can drive away the fever he has sent, it is therefore most advisable for you to go to Shree Moorari, the friend of his worshippers.” Having heard of Shivù’s speech, and reflected upon it, the inflammatory fever went into the presence of Shree Krishnù Chund, the root of joy; and joining his hands, beseeching in a most submissive manner and making many entreaties, said, “O sea of compassion, the brother of the poor, the purifier of sinners and kind to the needy! be pleased to pardon my fault and save me from your fever. O Krishnù! you are the lord of Bruhmù and all other divinities. Your power, O lord of the world! is incomprehensible; it was you who created and arranged the world. All the delusive power in the universe belongs to you. O Krishnù! I have found out your compassionate nature, and having obtained knowledge, look upon you as the creator of the world.” The benignant Huri replied, “You have come to seek protection from me, and have therefore escaped, otherwise you would not have escaped with life. I forgive your present fault; but do not again direct your attacks against my worshippers and servants, this is my order to you.” The fever said, “O sea of compassion! whoever shall hear this history, ague, tertian ague and tertian fever shall never attack him.” After this, Shree Krishnù Chund said, “Go now to Muhadeo; do not stay here, or else my fever will harass you.” On receiving this order, the inflammatory fever took leave, and having made an obeisance, went off to Muhadeo, and the pain of the fever was entirely subdued.