Several times in those three years，cast up at the Temple of the Tirthankars in Benares the lama，a little thinner and a shade yellower，if that were possible，but gentle and untainted as ever.Sometimes it was from the South that he came -from south of Tuticorin，whence the wonderful fire-boats go to Ceylon where are priests who know Pali；sometimes it was from the wet green West and the thousand cotton-factory chimneys that ring Bombay；and once from the North，where he had doubled back eight hundred miles to talk for a day with the Keeper of the Images in the Wonder House.He would stride to his cell in the cool，cut marble -the priests of the Temple were good to the old man，-wash off the dust of travel，make prayer，and depart for Lucknow，well accustomed now to the way of the rail，in a third-class carriage.Returning，it was noticeable，as his friend the Seeker pointed out to the head-priest，that he ceased for a while to mourn the loss of his River，or to draw wondrous pictures of the Wheel of Life，but preferred to talk of the beauty and wisdom of a certain mysterious chela whom no man of the Temple had ever seen.Yes，he had followed the traces of the Blessed Feet throughout all India.(The Curator has still in his possession a most marvellous account of his wanderings and meditations.)There remained nothing more in life but to find the River of the Arrow.Yet it was shown to him in dreams that it was a matter not to be undertaken with any hope of success unless that seeker had with him the one chela appointed to bring the event to a happy issue，and versed in great wisdom -such wisdom as white-haired Keepers of Images possess.For example (here came out the snuff-gourd，and the kindly Jain priests made haste to be silent)：
'Long and long ago，when Devadatta was King of Benares let all listen to the J?taka ！-an elephant was captured for a time by the king's hunters and，ere he broke free，beringed with a grievous leg-iron.
This he strove to remove with hate and frenzy in his heart，and hurrying up and down the forests，besought his brother-elephants to wrench it asunder.
One by one，with their strong trunks，they tried and failed.At the last they gave it as their opinion that the ring was not to be broken by any bestial power.And in a thicket，new-born，wet with moisture of birth，lay a day-old calf of the herd whose mother had died.The fettered elephant，forgetting his own agony，said：'If I do not help this suckling it will perish under our feet.'So he stood above the young thing，****** his legs buttresses against the uneasily moving herd；and he begged milk of a virtuous cow，and the calf throve，and the ringed elephant was the calf's guide and defence.Now the days of an：elephant -let all listen to the J?taka ！
-are thirty-five years to his full strength，and through thirty-five Rains the ringed elephant befriended the younger，and all the while the fetter ate into the flesh.
'Then one day the young elephant saw the half-buried iron，and turning to the elder said：'What is this？''It is even my sorrow，'said he who had befriended him.Then that other put out his trunk and in the twinkling of an eyelash abolished the ring，saying：'The appointed time has come.'
So the virtuous elephant who had waited temperately and done kind acts was relieved，at the appointed time，by the very calf whom he had turned aside to cherish -let all listen to the J?taka ！-for the Elephant was Ananda，and the Calf that broke the ring was none other than The Lord Himself...'
Then he would shake his head benignly，and over the ever-clicking rosary point out how free that elephant-calf was from the sin of pride.He was as humble as a chela who，seeing his master sitting in the dust outside the Gates of Learning，overleapt the gates (though they were locked)and took his master to his heart in the presence of the proud-stomached city.Rich would be the reward of such a master and such a chela when the time came for them to seek ******* together！
So did the lama speak，coming and going across India as softly as a bat.A sharp-tongued old woman in a house among the fruit-trees behind Saharunpore honoured him as the woman honoured the prophet，but his chamber was by no means upon the wall.In an apartment of the forecourt overlooked by cooing doves he would sit，while she laid aside her useless veil and chattered of spirits and fiends of Kulu，of grandchildren unborn，and of the free-tongued brat who had talked to her in the resting-place.Once，too，he strayed alone from the Grand Trunk Road below Umballa to the very village whose priest had tried to drug him；but the kind Heaven that guards lamas sent him at twilight through the crops，absorbed and unsuspicious，to the Rissaldar's door.Here was like to have been a grave misunderstanding，for the old soldier asked him why the Friend of the Stars had gone that way only six days before.
'That may not be，'said the lama.'He has gone back to his own people.'
'He sat in that corner telling a hundred merry tales five nights ago，'
his host insisted.'True，he vanished somewhat suddenly in the dawn after foolish talk with my granddaughter.He grows apace，but he is the same Friend of the Stars as brought me true word of the war.Have ye parted？'
'Yes -and no，'the lama replied.'We -we have not altogether parted，but the time is not ripe that we should take the Road together.He acquires wisdom in another place.We must wait.'
'All one -but if it were not the boy how did he come to speak so continually of thee？'
'And what said he？'asked the lama eagerly.
'Sweet words -an hundred thousand -that thou art his father and mother and such all.Pity that he does not take the Queen's service.He is fearless.'
This news amazed the lama，who did not then know how religiously Kim kept to the contract made with Mahbub Ali，and perforce ratified by Colonel Creighton...
'There is no holding the young pony from the game，'said the horse-dealer when the Colonel pointed out that vagabonding over India in holiday time was absurd.'If permission be refused to go and come as he chooses，he will make light of the refusal.Then who is to catch him？Colonel Sahib，only once in a thousand years is a horse born so well fitted for the game as this our colt.And we need men.'
