Then I saw that the Gods of the Kerlistians lied , and I went back to my own people ... I have never set eyes on a Sahib since . -LRB- Do not laugh at me . The fit is past , little priestling . -RRB- Thy face and thy walk and thy fashion of speech put me in mind of my Sahib , though thou art only a wandering mendicant to whom I give a dole . Curse me ? Thou canst neither curse nor bless ! ' She set her hands on her hips and laughed bitterly . ` 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 XXXXX 's face .
Kerlistians Kim Kotgarh Sahib alms door-post heatthen lama mendicant priestling