See ! ' He tilted back his cap and showed a puckered silvery scar . ` Just and perfect is the Wheel ! Yesterday the scar itched , and after fifty years I recalled how it was dealt and the face of him who dealt it ; dwelling a little in illusion . Followed that which thou didst see -- strife and stupidity . Just is the Wheel ! The idolater 's blow fell upon the scar . Then I was shaken in my soul : my soul was darkened , and the boat of my soul rocked upon the waters of illusion . Not till I came to Shamlegh could I meditate upon the Cause of Things , or trace the running grass-roots of Evil . I strove all the long night . ' ` But , Holy One , thou art innocent of all evil . May I be thy sacrifice ! ' Kim was genuinely distressed at the old man 's sorrow , and Mahbub Ali 's phrase slipped out unawares . ` In the dawn , ' the lama went on more gravely , ready rosary clicking between the slow sentences , ` came enlightenment . It is here ... I am an old man ... hill-bred , hill-fed , never to sit down among my Hills . Three years I travelled through Hind , but -- can earth be stronger than Mother Earth ? My stupid body yearned to the Hills and the snows of the Hills , from below there . I said , and it is true , my Search is sure . So , at the Kulu woman 's house I turned hillward , over-persuaded by myself . There is no blame to the hakim .
He -- following Desire -- foretold that the XXXXX would make me strong .
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