The myth had also reached the Samanas in the forest, and also Siddhartha, and also Govinda, slowly, drop by drop, every drop laden with hope, every drop laden with doubt.  They rarely talked about it, because the oldest one of the Samanas did not like this myth.  He had heard that this alleged Buddha used to be an ascetic before and had lived in the forest, but had then turned back to luxury and worldly pleasures, and he had no high opinion of this Gotama.

“Oh Siddhartha,” Govinda spoke one day to his friend.  “Today, I was in the village, and a Brahman invited me into his house, and in his house, there was the son of a Brahman from Magadha, who has seen the Buddha with his own eyes and has heard him teach.  Verily, this made my chest ache when I breathed, and thought to myself:  If only I would too, if only we both would too, Siddhartha and me, live to see the hour when we will hear the teachings from the mouth of this perfected man!  Speak, friend, wouldn’t we want to go there too and listen to the teachings from the Buddha’s mouth?”

Quoth Siddhartha:  “Always, oh Govinda, I had thought, Govinda would stay with the Samanas, always I had believed his goal was to live to be sixty and seventy years of age and to keep on practising those feats and exercises, which are becoming a Samana.  But behold, I had not known Govinda well enough, I knew little of his heart.  So now you, my faithful friend, want to take a new path and go there, where the Buddha spreads his teachings.”

Quoth Govinda:  “You’re mocking me.  Mock me if you like, Siddhartha!  But have you not also developed a desire, an eagerness, to hear these teachings?  And have you not at one time said to me, you would not walk the path of the Samanas for much longer?”

At this, Siddhartha laughed in his very own manner, in which his voice assumed a touch of sadness and a touch of mockery, and said:  “Well, Govinda, you’ve spoken well, you’ve remembered correctly.  If you only remembered the other thing as well, you’ve heard from me, which is that I have grown distrustful and tired against teachings and learning, and that my faith in words, which are brought to us by teachers, is small.  But let’s do it, my dear, I am willing to listen to these teachings—­though in my heart I believe that we’ve already tasted the best fruit of these teachings.”

Quoth Govinda:  “Your willingness delights my heart.  But tell me, how should this be possible?  How should the Gotama’s teachings, even before we have heard them, have already revealed their best fruit to us?”

Quoth Siddhartha:  “Let us eat this fruit and wait for the rest, oh Govinda!  But this fruit, which we already now received thanks to the Gotama, consisted in him calling us away from the Samanas!  Whether he has also other and better things to give us, oh friend, let us await with calm hearts.”

On this very same day, Siddhartha informed the oldest one of the Samanas of his decision, that he wanted to leave him.  He informed the oldest one with all the courtesy and modesty becoming to a younger one and a student.  But the Samana became angry, because the two young men wanted to leave him, and talked loudly and used crude swearwords.