` Ay -- hidden -- hidden . ' ` We are both bound , thou and I , my brother . But I ' -- he rose with a sweep of the soft thick drapery -- ' I go to cut myself free . Come also ! ' ' I am bound , ' said the Curator . ` But whither goest thou ? ' ` First to Kashi -LSB- Benares -RSB- : where else ? There I shall meet one of the pure faith in a Jain temple of that city . He also is a Seeker in secret , and from him haply I may learn . Maybe he will go with me to Buddh Gaya . Thence north and west to Kapilavastu , and there will I seek for the River . Nay , I will seek everywhere as I go -- for the place is not known where the arrow fell . ' ` And how wilt thou go ? It is a far cry to Delhi , and farther to Benares . ' ` By road and the trains . From Pathankot , having left the Hills , I came hither in a te-rain . It goes swiftly . At first I was amazed to see those tall poles by the side of the road snatching up and snatching up their threads , ' -- he illustrated the stoop and whirl of a telegraph-pole flashing past the train . ` But later , I was cramped and desired to walk , as I am used . ' ` And thou art sure of thy road ? '
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Ay Curator Gaya Hills Jain Kapilavastu Seeker first goest te-rain