Let him be a teacher ; let him be a scribe -- what matter ? He will have attained Freedom at the end . The rest is illusion . ' ` What matter ? When I must have him with me beyond Balkh in six months ! I come up with ten lame horses and three strong-backed men -- thanks to that chicken of a Babu -- to break a sick boy by force out of an old trot 's house . It seems that I stand by while a young Sahib is hoisted into Allah knows what of an idolater 's Heaven by means of old Red Hat . And I am reckoned something of a player of the Game myself ! But the madman is fond of the boy ; and I must be very reasonably mad too . ' ` What is the prayer ? ' said the lama , as the rough Pushtu rumbled into the red beard . ` No matter at all ; but now I understand that the boy , sure of Paradise , can yet enter Government service , my mind is easier . I must get to my horses . It grows dark . Do not wake him . I have no wish to hear him call thee master . ' ` But he is my disciple . What else ? ' ` He has told me . ' Mahbub choked down his touch of spleen and rose laughing . '
I am not altogether of thy faith , XXXXX Hat -- if so small a matter concern thee . '
Babu Pushtu Red Sahib choked end idolater lama madman months