The priest of that body of men who serve the Red Bull wrote me that all should be as I desired for thee.

I sent the money to suffice for one year, and then I came, as thou seest me, to watch for thee going up into the Gates of Learning.

A day and a half have I waited, not because I was led by any affection towards thee--that is no part of the Way--but, as they said at the Tirthankars' Temple, because, money having been paid for learning, it was right that I should oversee the end of the matter.
They resolved my doubts most clearly.

I had a fear that, perhaps, I came because I wished to see thee--misguided by the Red Mist of affection.

It is not so ...