simple. My chela aided me to the River. It is his right to be cleansed from sin—with me.'
'Ay, he needs cleansing—but afterwards, old man—afterwards?'
'What matter under all the heavens? He is sure of Nibban—enlightened—as I am.'
'Well said. I had a fear he might mount Mohammed's horse and fly away.'
'Nay—he must go forth as a teacher.'
'Aha! Now I see! That is the right gait for the colt. Certainly he must go forth as a teacher. He is somewhat urgently needed as a scribe by the State, for instance.'
'To that end he was prepared. I acquired merit in that I gave alms for his sake. A good deed does not die. He aided me in my Search. I aided him in his. Just is the Wheel, O horse-seller from the North. Let him be a teacher. Let him be a scribe. What matter? He will have attained Freedom at the end. The rest is illusion.'
'What matter? when I must have him with me beyond Balkh in six months! I come up with ten lame horses and three strong-backed men—thanks to that chicken of a Babu—to break a sick boy by force out of an old harpy's house. It seems that I stand by while a young Sahib is hoisted into Allah knows what of an idolater's heaven by means of old Red Hat. And I am reckoned something of a player of the game myself! But the madman is fond of the boy; and I must be very reasonably mad too.'
'What is the prayer?' said the lama, as the rough Pashtu rumbled into the red beard.
'No matter at all; but now I understand that the boy, sure of Paradise, can yet enter Government service, my mind is easier.
