So says my Law--or I think it does.

But thou art also my Little Friend of all the World, and I love thee.

So says my heart.
This matter of creeds is like horseflesh.

The wise man knows horses are good--that there is a profit to be made from all; and for myself--but that I am a good Sunni and hate the men of Tirah--I could believe the same of all the Faiths.

Now manifestly a Kathiawar mare taken from the sands of her birthplace and removed to the west of Bengal founders--nor is even a Balkh stallion (and there are no better horses than those of Balkh, were they not so heavy in the shoulder) of any account in the great Northern deserts beside the snow-camels I have seen.