` Thy Gods are lies ; thy works are lies ; thy words are lies . There are no Gods under all the Heavens . I know it ... But for awhile I thought it was my Sahib come back , and he was my God . Yes , once I made music on a pianno in the Mission-house at Kotgarh . Now I give alms to priests who are heatthen . ' She wound up with the English word , and tied the mouth of the brimming bag . ' I wait for thee , chela , ' said the lama , leaning against the door-post . The woman swept the tall figure with her eyes . ` He walk ! He can not cover half a mile . Whither would old bones go ? ' At this Kim , already perplexed by the lama 's collapse and foreseeing the weight of the bag , fairly lost his temper . ` What is it to thee , woman of ill-omen , where he goes ? ' ` Nothing -- but something to thee , priest with a Sahib 's face . Wilt thou carry him on thy shoulders ? ' ' I go to the Plains . None must hinder my return . I have wrestled with my soul till I am strengthless . The stupid body is spent , and we are far from the Plains . ' ` Behold ! '
she said simply , and drew aside to let XXXXX see his own utter helplessness .
Kim Kotgarh Whither Wilt alms chela door-post heatthen lama pianno