` He -- we -- went to the Ajaib-Gher in Lahore to pray before the Gods there , ' Kim explained to the openly listening company . ` And the Sahib of the Wonder House talked to him -- yes , this is truth as a brother . He is a very holy man , from far beyond the Hills . Rest , thou . In time we come to Umballa . ' ` But my River -- the River of my healing ? ' ` And then , if it please thee , we will go hunting for that River on foot . So that we miss nothing -- not even a little rivulet in a field-side . ' ` But thou hast a Search of thine own ? ' The lama -- very pleased that he remembered so well -- sat bolt upright . ` Ay , ' said Kim , humouring him . The boy was entirely happy to be out chewing pan and seeing new people in the great good-tempered world . ` It was a bull -- a Red Bull that shall come and help thee and carry thee -- whither ? I have forgotten . A Red Bull on a green field , was it not ? ' ` Nay , it will carry me nowhere , ' said Kim . ` It is but a tale I told thee . ' ` What is this ? ' The cultivator 's wife leaned forward , her bracelets clinking on her arm . ` Do ye both dream dreams ?
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