` Quiet , be quiet ! ' said Shamlegh , all arow . ` He speaks of Jam-lin-nin-k ` or , the Horse That Can Go Round The World In a Day . ' ' I speak to my chela only , ' said the lama , in gentle reproof , and they scattered like frost on south eaves of a morning . ' I did not seek truth in those days , but the talk of doctrine . All illusion ! I drank the beer and ate the bread of Guru Ch ` wan . Next day one said : `` We go out to fight Sangor Gutok down the valley to discover '' -LRB- mark again how Lust is tied to Anger ! -RRB- `` which Abbot shall bear rule in the valley and take the profit of the prayers they print at Sangor Gutok . '' I went , and we fought a day . ' ` But how , Holy One ? ' ` With our long pencases as I could have shown ... I say , we fought under the poplars , both Abbots and all the monks , and one laid open my forehead to the bone . See ! ' He tilted back his cap and showed a puckered silvery scar . ` Just and perfect is the Wheel ! Yesterday the scar itched , and after fifty years I recalled how it was dealt and the face of him who dealt it ; dwelling a little in illusion . Followed that which thou didst see -- strife and stupidity . Just is the Wheel ! The idolater 's blow fell upon the scar . Then I was shaken in my soul : my soul was darkened , and the boat of my soul rocked upon the waters of illusion .
Not till I came to XXXXX could I meditate upon the Cause of Things , or trace the running grass-roots of Evil .
Ch Day Gutok Shamlegh chela eaves lama pencases poplars years