10. Kapilavastu.

He thought of a time long ago, when he had moved with similar purpose to the center of another city far away, toward a grove filled with the sweetness of nature, a deer park. (That grove had later been paved in gold.) There too he had moved without being seen, until he had chosen the correct place, and then gathered people to him. This is how it would be again.

The names danced on his tongue: Kapilavastu, Maghada, Sarnath. He remembered walking, the feeling of his footsteps on the road, and the footsteps of the road on him, he his own antipodes and the receiver of all steps, unmoved, immovable, moving always.