And the Blessed One robed himself and took his bowl and he and his followers went to the dwelling-place of Chunda. And when the meal was over, he gladdened the smith with discourse of high matters, and so rose and departed.
But after the Blessed One had eaten of his food then fell upon him a grievous disease, and sharp pain came upon him even to death, but he bore it without complaint mindful and self-possessed. And to the venerable Ananda he said:
“Come, let us go to Kusinara.”
“Even so, Lord,” said the venerable Ananda.
And they went, but as they went the Blessed One grew very weary and he rested beneath a tree and said:
“Fold the robe and spread it for me, I pray you. I am weary, Ananda, and I must rest awhile.”
And the robe was spread, folded fourfold, and when the World-Honoured was seated he asked for fresh water to drink and Ananda answered:
“But, Lord, five hundred carts have just gone by across the stream and stirred up by the wheels it has become fouled and turbid. Let us wait for the river, cool and transparent, easy to get into. There the Blessed One may drink and cool his limbs.”
But his thirst would not wait, and taking a bowl Ananda went down to the stream, and when he came to it it flowed clear as light. And he thought:
“How wonderful, how marvellous is the power of Him who has thus Attained. For this turbid stream is flowing brightly now.”