` What others ? ' ` What other than Gunga ? ' ` Nay , but in my mind was the thought of a certain River of healing . ' ` That is Gunga . Who bathes in her is made clean and goes to the Gods . Thrice have I made pilgrimage to Gunga . ' He looked round proudly . ` There was need , ' said the young sepoy drily , and the travellers ' laugh turned against the banker . ` Clean -- to return again to the Gods , ' the lama muttered . ` And to go forth on the round of lives anew -- still tied to the Wheel . ' He shook his head testily . ` But maybe there is a mistake . Who , then , made Gunga in the beginning ? ' ` The Gods . Of what known faith art thou ? ' the banker said , appalled . ' I follow the Law -- the Most Excellent Law . So it was the Gods that made Gunga . What like of Gods were they ? ' The carriage looked at him in amazement .
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