` Not with you , O blessed among all hills , fell the Arrow of Our Lord ! And never shall I breathe your airs again ! ' ` But thou art ten times the stronger man in this good air , ' says Kim , for to his wearied soul appeal the well-cropped , kindly Plains . ` Here , or hereabouts , fell the Arrow , yes . We will go very softly , perhaps , a koss a day , for the Search is sure . But the bag weighs heavy . ' ` Ay , our Search is sure . I have come out of great temptation . ' It was never more than a couple of miles a day now , and Kim 's shoulders bore all the weight of it -- the burden of an old man , the burden of the heavy food-bag with the locked books , the load of the writings on his heart , and the details of the daily routine . He begged in the dawn , set blankets for the lama 's meditation , held the weary head on his lap through the noonday heats , fanning away the flies till his wrists ached , begged again in the evenings , and rubbed the lama 's feet , who rewarded him with promise of Freedom -- today , tomorrow , or , at furthest , the next day . ` Never was such a chela . I doubt at times whether Ananda more faithfully nursed Our Lord . And thou art a Sahib ? When I was a man -- a long time ago -- I forgot that . Now I look upon thee often , and every time I remember that thou art a Sahib . It is strange . ' ` Thou hast said there is neither black nor white . Why plague me with this talk , Holy One ? Let me rub the other foot . It vexes me .
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Ananda Ay Kim Sahib chela daily day evenings food-bag lama