Once, when the two youths had been living with the Samanas for about three years and had shared their exercises, she received a message, a rumor, a legend in various ways and in a roundabout way: someone had appeared, called Gotama, the Blessed One, the Buddha, who had overcome the suffering of the world within himself and brought the wheel of rebirths to a standstill. As a teacher, surrounded by disciples, he walks through the country, ownerless, homeless, womanless, in the yellow cloak of an ascetic, but with a serene forehead, a blessed one, and Brahmins and princes bowed down to him and became his disciples