Then, in the twelfth year, Shvetaketu saw Ashtavakra sitting on his father's lap; he took him by the hand, pulled him away weeping, and said: "That is not your father's lap." This harshly spoken word then lodged in his heart as a deep pain. Returning home, weeping, he asked his mother: "Where, then, is my father?" Then Sujata, in the utmost distress and fearing the curse, told him everything. Having learned the whole truth from his mother, the vipra said to Shvetaketu: "Let us go to the sacrifice of King Janaka; it is said that his sacrifice is full of wonders. There we shall hear the debate of the brahmins, taste the finest food, and gain discernment; for the sound of Brahman is auspicious and gentle." So the uncle and nephew went to the rich sacrifice of King Janaka. On the way, Ashtavakra encountered the king; and when he was being pushed aside, he spoke this word."