` Allah ! A lama ! A Red Lama ! It is far from Lahore to the Passes . What dost thou do here ? ' The lama held out the begging-bowl mechanically . ` God 's curse on all unbelievers ! ' said Mahbub . ' I do not give to a lousy Tibetan ; but ask my Baltis over yonder behind the camels . They may value your blessings . Oh , horseboys , here is a countryman of yours . See if he be hungry . ' A shaven , crouching Balti , who had come down with the horses , and who was nominally some sort of degraded Buddhist , fawned upon the priest , and in thick gutturals besought the Holy One to sit at the horseboys ' fire . ` Go ! ' said Kim , pushing him lightly , and the lama strode away , leaving Kim at the edge of the cloister . ` Go ! ' said Mahbub Ali , returning to his hookah . ` Little Hindu , run away . God 's curse on all unbelievers ! Beg from those of my tail who are of thy faith . '
` Maharaj , ' whined Kim , using the XXXXX form of address , and thoroughly enjoying the situation ; ` my father is dead -- my mother is dead -- my stomach is empty . '
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