'It is my new chela (my disciple) that is gone away from me, and I know not where he is.'
'And what like of man was thy disciple?'
'It was a boy who came to me in place of him who died, on account of the merit which I had gained when I bowed before the Law within there.' He pointed toward the Museum. ' He came upon me to show me a road which I had lost. He led me into the Wonder House, and by his talk made me bold to speak to the Keeper of the Images, so that I was cheered and made strong. And when I was faint with hunger he begged for me, as would a chela for his teacher. Suddenly was he sent. Suddenly has he gone away. It was in my mind to have taught him the Law upon the road to Benares.'
Kim stood amazed at this, because he had overheard the talk in the Museum, and knew that the old man was speaking the truth, which is a thing a native seldom presents to a stranger.
'But I see now that he was but sent upon a purpose. By this I know that I shall find a certain river for which I seek.'
'The River of the Arrow?' said Kim, with a superior smile.
'Is this yet another sending?' cried the lama. 'To none have I spoken of my search, save to the Priest of the Images. Who art thou?'
'Thy chela,' said Kim simply, sitting on his heels. 'I have never seen anyone like to thee in all this my life. I go with thee to Benares. And, too, I think that so old a man as thou, speaking truth to chance-met people at dusk, is in great need of a disciple.'
'But the River—the River of the Arrow?'
'Oh, that I heard when thou wast speaking to the Englishman. I lay against the door.'
The lama sighed. 'I thought thou hadst been a guide permitted.
