` 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 ? 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 . '
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