The Twilight of the Gods, and Other Tales by Richard Garnett
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Kammuragha nor Damburanana be assigned for his residence, but that the
amenities of all the two hundred and forty-four thousand hells be combined in a new one, constructed especially for his reception." The imp having thus spoken, the senior demons were amazed at his precocity, and performed a _pradakshina_, exclaiming, "Truly thou art a highly superior young devil!" They then departed to prepare the new infernal chamber, agreeably to his recipe. Ananda awoke, shuddering with terror. "Why," he exclaimed, "why was I ever an apostle? O Buddha! Buddha! how hard are the paths of saintliness! How prone to error are the well-meaning! How huge is the absurdity of spiritual pride!" "Thou hast discovered that, my son?" said a gentle voice in his vicinity. He turned and beheld the divine Buddha, radiant with a mild and benignant light. A cloud seemed rolled away from his vision, and he recognised in his master the Glendoveer, the Jogi, and the Physician. "O holy teacher!" exclaimed he in extreme perturbation, "whither shall I turn? My sin forbids me to approach thee." "Not on account of thy sin art thou forbidden, my son," returned Buddha, "but on account of the ridiculous and unsavoury plight to which thy knavery and disobedience have reduced thee. I have now appeared to remind thee that this day all my apostles meet on Mount Vindhya to render an account of their mission, and to inquire whether I am to deliver thine in thy stead, or whether thou art minded to proclaim it thyself." |
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