And so afterwards I go to Buddh Gaya , to make shraddha for the father of my children . ' ` Thither go we . ' ` Doubly auspicious , ' chirruped the old lady . ' A second son at least ! ' ' O Friend of all the World ! ' The lama had waked , and , simply as a child bewildered in a strange bed , called for Kim . ' I come ! I come , Holy One ! ' He dashed to the fire , where he found the lama already surrounded by dishes of food , the hillmen visibly adoring him and the Southerners looking sourly . ` Go back ! Withdraw ! ' Kim cried . ` Do we eat publicly like dogs ? ' They finished the meal in silence , each turned a little from the other , and Kim topped it with a native-made cigarette . ` Have I not said an hundred times that the South is a good land ? Here is a virtuous and high-born widow of a Hill Rajah on pilgrimage , she says , to Buddha Gay . She it is sends us those dishes ; and when thou art well rested she would speak to thee . ' ` Is this also thy work ? ' The lama dipped deep into his snuff-gourd . ` Who else watched over thee since our wonderful journey began ? '
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