` The Lord ! The Lord ! It is Sakya Muni himself , ' the lama half sobbed ; and under his breath began the wonderful Buddhist invocation : To Him the Way , the Law , apart , Whom Maya held beneath her heart , Ananda 's Lord , the Bodhisat . ` And He is here ! The Most Excellent Law is here also . My pilgrimage is well begun . And what work ! What work ! ' ` Yonder is the Sahib . ' said Kim , and dodged sideways among the cases of the arts and manufacturers wing . A white-bearded Englishman was looking at the lama , who gravely turned and saluted him and after some fumbling drew forth a note-book and a scrap of paper . ` Yes , that is my name , ' smiling at the clumsy , childish print . ` One of us who had made pilgrimage to the Holy Places -- he is now Abbot of the Lung-Cho Monastery -- gave it me , ' stammered the lama . ` He spoke of these . ' His lean hand moved tremulously round . ` Welcome , then , O lama from Tibet . Here be the images , and I am here ' -- he glanced at the lama 's face -- ` to gather knowledge . Come to my office awhile . ' The old man was trembling with excitement . The office was but a little wooden cubicle partitioned off from the sculpture-lined gallery .
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Ananda Bodhisat Buddhist Kim Law Maya Monastery Muni cubicle note-book