` What is this ? ' The cultivator 's wife leaned forward , her bracelets clinking on her arm . ` Do ye both dream dreams ? A Red Bull on a green field , that shall carry thee to the heavens or what ? Was it a vision ? Did one make a prophecy ? We have a Red Bull in our village behind Jullundur city , and he grazes by choice in the very greenest of our fields ! ' ` Give a woman an old wife 's tale and a weaver-bird a leaf and a thread ' , they will weave wonderful things , ' said the Sikh . ` All holy men dream dreams , and by following holy men their disciples attain that power . ' ' A Red Bull on a green field , was it ? ' the lama repeated . ` In a former life it may be thou hast acquired merit , and the Bull will come to reward thee . ' ` Nay -- nay -- it was but a tale one told to me -- for a jest belike . But I will seek the Bull about Umballa , and thou canst look for thy River and rest from the clatter of the train . ' ` It may be that the Bull knows -- that he is sent to guide us both . ' said the lama , hopefully as a child . Then to the company , indicating Kim : ` This one was sent to me but yesterday . He is not , I think , of this world . ' ` Beggars aplenty have I met , and holy men to boot , but never such a yogi nor such a disciple , ' said the woman . Her husband touched his forehead lightly with one finger and smiled .
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