Even the priest was impressed , and the headman feared an evil spell : but none could look at the lama 's simple , eager face and doubt him long . ` Seest thou my chela ? ' he said , diving into his snuff-gourd with an important sniff . It was his duty to repay courtesy with courtesy . ' I see -- and hear . ' The headman rolled his eye where Kim was chatting to a girl in blue as she laid crackling thorns on a fire . ` He also has a Search of his own . No river , but a Bull . Yea , a Red Bull on a green field will some day raise him to honour . He is , I think , not altogether of this world . He was sent of a sudden to aid me in this search , and his name is Friend of all the World . ' The priest smiled . ` Ho , there , Friend of all the World , ' he cried across the sharp-smelling smoke , ` what art thou ? ' ` This Holy One 's disciple , ' said Kim . ` He says thou are a but -LSB- a spirit -RSB- . ' ` Can buts eat ? ' said Kim , with a twinkle . ` For I am hungry . ' ` It is no jest , ' cried the lama . ' A certain astrologer of that city whose name I have forgotten -- ' ` That is no more than the city of Umballa where we slept last night , ' Kim whispered to the priest .
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