Once upon a time when Brahmadatta was reigning in Benares, the Bodhisatta was his minister, rendering him all due service. One day the king saw his son, who acted as his viceroy, coming to pay his respects to him, he thought to himself, “This fellow may do me wrong, if he gets an opportunity.” So he said, “As long as I live, you cannot live in this city. Live somewhere else, and at my death come and rule the kingdom.” He agreed to these conditions, and bidding his father farewell he started from Benares with his chief wife. On coming to a village, he built himself a hut of leaves in a wood and stayed there, supporting life on wild roots and fruit. By and bye the king died. The young viceroy, from his observation of the stars, knew of his father’s death, and as he was traveling to Benares; on the way there was a mountain. His wife said to him, “Sir! Supposing if this mountain turns into pure gold, would you give me some of it?”