“Nay, my Lord, there are no monks there,” said Great Roadling. “But there are, Jīvaka,” said the Master. Jīvaka then sent a man, saying, “Do you go, then, and find out whether there are any monks or not at the monastery.” At that moment Little Roadling thought, “My brother says there are no monks here; I will show him there are.” And he filled the Mango-grove with priests--a thousand monks, each unlike the other--some making robes, some repairing them, and some repeating the Scriptures. The man, seeing all these monks at the monastery, went back, and told Jīvaka, “Sir, the whole Mango-grove is alive with monks.” It was with reference to this that it is said of him, that “Roadling, multiplying himself a thousand fold, Sate in the pleasant Mango-grove till he was bidden to the feast.” Then the Teacher told the messenger to go again, and say, “The Teacher sends for him who is called Little Roadling.” So he went and said so. But from a thousand monks the answer came, “I am Little Roadling! I am Little Roadling!” The man returned, and said, “Why, Sir, they all say they are called Little Roadling!” “Then go and take by the hand the first who says ‘I am Little Roadling,’ and the rest will disappear.” And he did so. And the others disappeared, and the Elder returned with the messenger.[255] And the Teacher, when the meal was over, addressed Jīvaka, and said, “Jīvaka, take Little Roadling’s bowl; he will pronounce the benediction.” And he did so. And the Elder, as fearlessly as a young lion utters his challenge, compressed into a short benedictive discourse the spirit of all the Scriptures. Then the Teacher rose from his seat and returned to the _Wihāra_ (monastery), accompanied by the body of mendicants. And when the monks had completed their daily duties, the Blessed One arose, and standing at the door of his apartment, discoursed to them, propounding a subject of meditation. He then dismissed the assembly, entered his fragrant chamber, and lay down to rest. In the evening the monks collected from different places in the hall of instruction, and began uttering the Teacher’s praises,--thus surrounding themselves as it were with a curtain of sweet kamala flowers! “Brethren, his elder brother knew not the capacity of Little Roadling, and expelled him as a dullard because in four months he could not learn that one stanza; but the Buddha, by his unrivalled mastery over the Truth, gave him Arahatship, with the intellectual powers thereof, in the space of a single meal, and by those powers he understood all the Scriptures! Ah! how great is the power of the Buddhas!”