B. And how is Rahula? He is now seven years old and must be quite a boy.
K. He is, my Lord; and how he talks of his father. He knows everything you are doing.
B. Who tells him?
K. His mother does.
B. And tell me how the princess fares?
K. She imposes upon herself the observances which the mendicant friars keep. She will have no preference over him who once was her husband. She sleeps on the floor, she does no longer use unguents or perfumes. She wears a simple yellow robe and observes the regulation of the brotherhood in taking food.
The Buddha nods and with a distant look sits a few moments in silence.
B. And she is a good mother?
K. There could be no better.
St. [announces] An embassy of the most potent King of Magadha, the great Bimbisara.