'But later, I was cramped and desired to walk, as I am used.' 'And thou art sure of thy road ?' said the Curator.
'Oh, for that one but asks a question and pays money, and the appointed persons despatch all to the appointed place.

That much I knew in my lamassery from sure report,' said the lama proudly.
'And when dost thou go ?' The Curator smiled at the mixture of old-world piety and modern progress that is the note of India today.
'As soon as may be.

I follow the places of His life till I come to the River of the Arrow.

There is, moreover, a written paper of the hours of the trains that go south.' 'And for food ?' Lamas, as a rule, have good store of money somewhere about them, but the Curator wished to make sure.
'For the journey, I take up the Master's begging-bowl.

Yes.