The lama had forbidden him to set blankets or get food.
'I know--I know.

Who but I ?' she cackled.

'We who go down to the burning-ghats clutch at the hands of those coming up from the River of Life with full water-jars--yes, brimming water-jars.

I did the boy wrong.

He lent thee his strength?
It is true that the old eat the young daily.