Such things have befallen the fortunate to whom guidance was allowed . But I remember now , he said he was of this world -- a Hindu . ' ` And his name ? ' ` That I did not ask . Is he not my disciple ? ' ` His country -- his race -- his village ? Mussalman -- Sikh Hindu -- Jain -- low caste or high ? ' ` Why should I ask ? There is neither high nor low in the Middle Way . If he is my chela -- does -- will -- can anyone take him from me ? for , look you , without him I shall not find my River . ' He wagged his head solemnly . ` None shall take him from thee . Go , sit among my Baltis , ' said Mahbub Ali , and the lama drifted off , soothed by the promise . ` Is he not quite mad ? ' said Kim , coming forward to the light again . ` Why should I lie to thee , Hajji ? ' Mahbub puffed his hookah in silence . Then he began , almost whispering : ` Umballa is on the road to Benares -- if indeed ye two go there . ' ` Tck !
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Baltis Hajji Jain Kim Mussalman Tck Umballa Way hookah lama