But the Blessed One, mindful and self-possessed, bore it without complaint.3
And the Blessed One addressed the venerable Ānanda, and said: "Come, Ānanda, let us go on to Kusinārā."4
On his way the Blessed One grew tired, and he went aside from the road to rest at the foot of a tree, and said: "Fold the robe, I pray thee, Ananda, and spread it out for me. I am weary, Ananda, and must rest awhile!"5
"Be it so, Lord!" said the venerable Ānanda; and he spread out the robe folded fourfold.6
The Blessed One seated himself, and when he was seated he addressed the venerable Anandaj and said: "Fetch me some water, I pray thee, Ānanda. I am thirsty, Ānanda, and would drink."7
When he had thus spoken, the venerable Ānanda said to the Blessed One: "But just now, Lord, five hundred carts have gone across the brook and have stirred the water; but a river, O Lord, is not far off. Its water is clear and pleasant, cool and transparent, and it is easy to get down to it. There the Blessed One may both drink water and cool his limbs."8
A second time the Blessed One addressed the venerable Ananda, saying: "Fetch me some water, I pray thee Ānanda, I am thirsty, Ānanda, and would drink."9
And a second time the venerable Ananda said: "Let us go to the river."10
Then the third time the Blessed One addressed the venerable Ānanda, and said: "Fetch me some water, I pray thee, Ānanda, I am thirsty, Ananda, and would drink."11
"Be it so, Lord!" said the venerable Ānanda in assent to the Blessed One; and, taking a bowl, he went down to the streamlet. And lo! the streamlet, which, stirred up by wheels, had become muddy, when the venerable Ānanda came up to it, flowed clear and bright and free from
