“No king will believe this,” Ananda muttered, dipping his pen. “It reads like a monk’s dream.”
Dhammakitti’s hand trembled. “Rewrite history?” dipavamsa and mahavamsa pdf
It was the year 489 of the Buddha’s Parinibbana (traditionally c. 100 BCE). Famine had thinned the ranks of the monks, but a different kind of hunger gnawed at Ananda: the hunger to preserve a memory. “No king will believe this,” Ananda muttered, dipping
Mahanama smiled thinly. “Correct. It lists kings. It counts years. It has no blood, no tears, no glory. The King wants a Mahavamsa —a ‘Great Chronicle.’ A poem to make the gods weep and the enemies tremble.” “No king will believe this
Brother Dhammakitti, a young poet-scribe, knelt before Mahanama in the royal library.