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The King of the Gods inquired: “Is there anyone here going to Kalachampaka?” The Queen said: “I am going, Venerable One.” Sakka Devaraja said: “Then, just step on the wagon, my dear.” The Queen stepped out and said: “I am heavy with child; I cannot ride a wagon. I prefer walking behind you, Ô Venerable One. But, if you please, put this basket on the wagon for me.” Sakka Devaraja retorted: “What are you saying! There is no driver more skilled than I. Don’t be afeared, step right up, dearie.” By the might of the yet unborn child, as the Queen was going to step up on the wagon, the earth bulged up to the rear of the vehicle affording her an effortless access to the bed inside. She knew then that this was a god. The Queen lay down and drifted into a peaceful sleep, for that was a magic bed.