Siddhartha eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 151 pages of information about Siddhartha.

In this moment, a maid came running in and whispered a message into her mistress’s ear.

“There’s a visitor for me,” exclaimed Kamala.  “Hurry and get yourself away, Siddhartha, nobody may see you in here, remember this!  Tomorrow, I’ll see you again.”

But to the maid she gave the order to give the pious Brahman white upper garments.  Without fully understanding what was happening to him, Siddhartha found himself being dragged away by the maid, brought into a garden-house avoiding the direct path, being given upper garments as a gift, led into the bushes, and urgently admonished to get himself out of the grove as soon as possible without being seen.

Contently, he did as he had been told.  Being accustomed to the forest, he managed to get out of the grove and over the hedge without making a sound.  Contently, he returned to the city, carrying the rolled up garments under his arm.  At the inn, where travellers stay, he positioned himself by the door, without words he asked for food, without a word he accepted a piece of rice-cake.  Perhaps as soon as tomorrow, he thought, I will ask no one for food any more.

Suddenly, pride flared up in him.  He was no Samana any more, it was no longer becoming to him to beg.  He gave the rice-cake to a dog and remained without food.

“Simple is the life which people lead in this world here,” thought Siddhartha.  “It presents no difficulties.  Everything was difficult, toilsome, and ultimately hopeless, when I was still a Samana.  Now, everything is easy, easy like that lessons in kissing, which Kamala is giving me.  I need clothes and money, nothing else; this a small, near goals, they won’t make a person lose any sleep.”

He had already discovered Kamala’s house in the city long before, there he turned up the following day.

“Things are working out well,” she called out to him.  “They are expecting you at Kamaswami’s, he is the richest merchant of the city.  If he’ll like you, he’ll accept you into his service.  Be smart, brown Samana.  I had others tell him about you.  Be polite towards him, he is very powerful.  But don’t be too modest!  I do not want you to become his servant, you shall become his equal, or else I won’t be satisfied with you.  Kamaswami is starting to get old and lazy.  If he’ll like you, he’ll entrust you with a lot.”

Siddhartha thanked her and laughed, and when she found out that he had not eaten anything yesterday and today, she sent for bread and fruits and treated him to it.

“You’ve been lucky,” she said when they parted, “I’m opening one door after another for you.  How come?  Do you have a spell?”

Siddhartha said:  “Yesterday, I told you I knew how to think, to wait, and to fast, but you thought this was of no use.  But it is useful for many things, Kamala, you’ll see.  You’ll see that the stupid Samanas are learning and able to do many pretty things in the forest, which the likes of you aren’t capable of.  The day before yesterday, I was still a shaggy beggar, as soon as yesterday I have kissed Kamala, and soon I’ll be a merchant and have money and all those things you insist upon.”

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