'I know nothing, but that I have not seen thee for a monkey's age. Know what?'
'Strange the knowledge did not reach out to thee, when all my thoughts were theeward.'
'I cannot see the face, but the voice is like a gong. Has the Sahiba made a young man of thee by her cookery?'
He peered at the cross-legged figure, outlined jet-black against the lemon-coloured drift of light. So does the stone Bodhisat sit who looks down upon the patent self-registering turnstiles of the Lahore Museum.
The lama held his peace. Except for the click of the rosary and a faint clop-clop of Mahbub's retreating feet, the soft, smoky silence of evening in India wrapped them close.
'Hear me! I bring news.'
'But let us'
Out shot the long yellow hand compelling silence. Kim tucked his feet under his robe-edge obediently.
'Hear me! I bring news! The Search is finished. Comes now the Reward. . . . Thus. When we were among the hills, I lived on thy strength till the young branch bowed and nigh broke. When we came out of the hills, I was troubled for thee and for other matters which I held in my heart. The boat of my soul lacked direction; I could not see into the Cause of Things. So I gave thee over to the virtuous woman altogether. I took no food. I drank no water. Still I saw not the Way. They pressed food upon me and cried at my shut door. So I removed myself to a hollow under a tree. I took no food. I took no water. I sat in meditation two days and two nights, abstracting my mind; inbreathing and outbreathing in the required manner. . . . Upon the second night—so great was my reward—the wise soul
