`Stop！’hecried。`Stayhere。Idonotgototheschoolatonce。’
`Butwhatistopaymeforthiscomingandre-coming？’saidthedriverpetulantly。`Istheboymad？Lasttimeitwasadancing-girl。Thistimeitisapriest。’
Kimwasintheroadheadlong，pattingthedustyfeetbeneaththedirtyyellowrobe。
`Ihavewaitedhereadayandahalf，’thelama’slevelvoicebegan。
`Nay，Ihadadisciplewithme。HethatwasmyfriendattheTempleoftheTirthankarsgavemeaguideforthisjourney。IcamefromBenaresinthete-rain，whenthyletterwasgivenme。Yes，Iamwellfed。I