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refuge in it. But you, my honoured friend, don't you also want to walk
the path of salvation? Would you want to hesitate, do you want to wait
any longer?"

Siddhartha awakened as if he had been asleep, when he heard Govinda's
words. For a long tome, he looked into Govinda's face. Then he spoke
quietly, in a voice without mockery: "Govinda, my friend, now you have
taken this step, now you have chosen this path. Always, oh Govinda,
you've been my friend, you've always walked one step behind me. Often I
have thought: Won't Govinda for once also take a step by himself,
without me, out of his own soul? Behold, now you've turned into a man
and are choosing your path for yourself. I wish that you would go it up
to its end, oh my friend, that you shall find salvation!"

Govinda, not completely understanding it yet, repeated his question in
an impatient tone: "Speak up, I beg you, my dear! Tell me, since it
could not be any other way, that you also, my learned friend, will take
your refuge with the exalted Buddha!"

Siddhartha placed his hand on Govinda's shoulder: "You failed to hear
my good wish for you, oh Govinda. I'm repeating it: I wish that you
would go this path up to its end, that you shall find salvation!"

In this moment, Govinda realized that his friend had left him, and he
started to weep.

"Siddhartha!" he exclaimed lamentingly.

Siddhartha kindly spoke to him: "Don't forget, Govinda, that you are
now one of the Samanas of the Buddha! You have renounced your home
and your parents, renounced your birth and possessions, renounced your
free will, renounced all friendship. This is what the teachings
require, this is what the exalted one wants. This is what you wanted
for yourself. Tomorrow, oh Govinda, I'll leave you."

For a long time, the friends continued walking in the grove; for a long
time, they lay there and found no sleep. And over and over again,
Govinda urged his friend, he should tell him why he would not want to
seek refuge in Gotama's teachings, what fault he would find in these
teachings. But Siddhartha turned him away every time and said: "Be
content, Govinda! Very good are the teachings of the exalted one, how
could I find a fault in them?"

Very early in the morning, a follower of Buddha, one of his oldest
monks, went through the garden and called all those to him who had as
novices taken their refuge in the teachings, to dress them up in the
yellow robe and to ins