Iown of Savathi, every child khe name of the exalted Buddha, and every house repared to fill the alms-dish of Gotamas disciples, the silently begging ones. he town was Gotamas favourite place to stay, the grove of Jetavana, which the rich mert Anathapindika, an obedient worshipper of the exalted one, had given him and his people fift.
All tales and answers, which the two young ascetics had received in their search fotamas abode, had poihem towards this area. And arriving at Savathi, in the very first house, before the door of which they stopped to beg, food has been offered to them, and they accepted the food, and Siddhartha asked the woman, who hahem the food:
"We would like to know, oh charitable one, where the Buddha dwells, the most venerable one, for we are two Samanas from the forest and have e, to see him, the perfected one, and to hear the teags from his mouth."
Quoth the woman: "Here, you have truly e to the right place, you Samanas from the forest. You should know, iavana, in the garden of Anathapindika is where the exalted one dwells. There you pilgrims shall spent the night, for there is enough space for the innumerable, who flock here, to hear the teags from his mouth."
This made Govinda happy, and full of joy he exclaimed: "Well so, thus we have reached our destination, and our path has e to an end! But tell us, oh mother of the pilgrims, do you know him, the Buddha, have you seen him with your own eyes?"
Quoth the woman: "Many times I have seen him, the exalted one. On many days, I have seen him, walking through the alleys in silence, wearing his yellow cloak, presenting his alms-dish in sile the doors of the houses, leaving with a filled dish."
Delightedly, Govinda listened and wao ask and hear much more. But Siddhartha urged him to walk on. They thanked a and hardly had to ask for dires, for rather many pilgrims and monks as well from Gotamas unity were on their way to the Jetavana. And sihey reached it at night, there were stant arrivals, shouts, and talk of those who sought shelter and got it. The two Samanas, aced to life in the forest, found quickly and without making any noise a place to stay aed there until the m.
At suhey saw with astonishment what a large crowd of believers and curious people had spent the night here. On all paths of the marvellous grove, monks walked in yellow robes, uhe trees they sat here and there, in deep plation--or in a versation about spiritual matters, the shady gardens looked like a city, full of people, bustling like bees. The majority of the monks went out with their alms-dish, to collect food in town for their lunch, the only meal of the day. The Buddha himself, the enlightened one, was also in the habit of taking this walk to beg in the m.
Siddhartha saw him, and he instantly reised him, as if a god had pointed him out to him. He saw him, a simple man in a yellow robe, bearing the alms-dish in his hand, walking silently.
"Look here!" Siddhartha said quietly to Govinda. "This one is the Buddha."
Attentively, Govinda looked at the monk in the yellow robe, who seemed to be in no way different from the hundreds of other monks. And soon, Govinda also realized: This is the one. And they followed him and observed him.
The Buddha went on his way, modestly and deep in his thoughts, his calm face was her happy nor sad, it seemed to smile quietly and inwardly. With a hidden smile, quiet, calm, somewhat resembling a healthy