lachi.'

'Yes, yes; we know it,' said the far-faring people of Shamlegh.

'And I slept two nights with the priests of Kailung. These are the
Hills of my delight! Shadows blessed above all other shadows! There
my eyes opened on this world; there my eyes were opened to this world;
there I found Enlightenment; and there I girt my loins for my Search.
Out of the Hills I came--the high Hills and the strong winds. Oh, just
is the Wheel!' He blessed them in detail--the great glaciers, the
naked rocks, the piled moraines and tumbled shale; dry upland, hidden
salt-lake, age-old timber and fruitful water-shot valley one after the
other, as a dying man blesses his folk; and Kim marvelled at his
passion.

'Yes--yes. There is no place like our Hills,' said the people of
Shamlegh. And they fell to wondering how a man could live in the hot
terrible Plains where the cattle run as big as elephants, unfit to
plough on a hillside; where village touches village, they had heard,
for a hundred miles; where folk went about stealing in gangs, and what
the robbers spared the Police carried utterly away.

So the still forenoon wore through, and at the end of it Kim's
messenger dropped from the steep pasture as unbreathed as when she had
set out.

'I sent a word to the hakim,' Kim explained, while she made reverence.

'He joined himself to the idolaters? Nay, I remember he did a healing
upon one of them. He has acquired merit, though the healed employed
his strength for evil. Just is the Wheel! What of the hakim?'

'I feared that thou hadst been bruised and--and I knew he was wise.'
Kim took the waxed walnut-shell and read in English on the back of his
note: Your favour received. Cannot get away from present company at
present, but shall take them into Simla. After which, hope to rejoin
you. Inexpedient to follow angry gentlemen. Return by same road you
came, and will overtake. Highly gratified about correspondence due to
my forethought. 'He says, Holy One, that he will escape from the
idolaters, and will return to us. Shall we wait awhile at Shamlegh,
then?'

The lama looked long and lovingly upon the hills and shook his head.

'That may not be, chela. From my bones outward I do desire it, but it
is forbidden. I have seen the Cause of Things.'

'Why? When the Hills give thee back thy strength day by day? Remember
we were weak and fainting down below there in the Doon.'

'I became strong to do evil and to forget