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them.
Thanks to a palace attendant who spotted the bhikkhus and called out, Queen Gotami, Yasodhara, Sundari Nanda, and young Rahula
were able to watch the encounter between the king and the Buddha from a palace balcony. They saw how the king bowed to the Buddha.
As the king and the Buddha neared the palace, Yasodhara turned to Rahula. She pointed to the Buddha and said, “Dear son, do you see
that monk holding your grandfather’s hand, about to enter the palace gates?”
Yasodhara told Rahula, “Dear son, that monk is your own father.”
Rahula nodded.
“That monk is your own father. Run down and greet him. He has a very special inheritance to pass on to you. Ask him about it.”
Rahula ran downstairs. In a flash he reached the palace courtyard. He ran towards the Buddha. The Buddha knew at once that the little
boy running towards him was Rahula. He opened his arms wide and embraced his son. Almost out of breath, Rahula gasped, “Respected
monk, mother said I should ask you about my special inheritance. What is it? Can you show it to me?”
The Buddha patted Rahula’s cheek and smiled.“You want to know about your inheritance? All in good time, I will pass it on to you.”
The Buddha took the boy’s hand in his, while still holding the king’s hand. Together the three of them entered the palace. Queen Gotami,
Yasodhara, and Sundari Nanda came downstairs and saw the king, the Buddha, and Rahula entering the royal gardens. The spring sunshine
was pleasantly warm. Flowers blossomed everywhere and birds warbled sweet songs. The Buddha sat down with the king and Rahula on
a marble bench. He invited Nagasamala to be seated too. At that moment, Queen Gotami, Yasodhara, and Sundari Nanda entered the
gardens.