` And He is here ! The Most Excellent Law is here also . My pilgrimage is well begun . And what work ! What work ! ' ` Yonder is the Sahib . ' said Kim , and dodged sideways among the cases of the arts and manufacturers wing . A white-bearded Englishman was looking at the lama , who gravely turned and saluted him and after some fumbling drew forth a note-book and a scrap of paper . ` Yes , that is my name , ' smiling at the clumsy , childish print . ` One of us who had made pilgrimage to the Holy Places -- he is now Abbot of the Lung-Cho Monastery -- gave it me , ' stammered the lama . ` He spoke of these . ' His lean hand moved tremulously round . ` Welcome , then , O lama from Tibet . Here be the images , and I am here ' -- he glanced at the lama 's face -- ` to gather knowledge . Come to my office awhile . ' The old man was trembling with excitement . The office was but a little wooden cubicle partitioned off from the sculpture-lined gallery . Kim laid himself down , his ear against a crack in the heat-split cedar door , and , following his instinct , stretched out to listen and watch . Most of the talk was altogether above his head . The lama , haltingly at first , spoke to the Curator of his own lamassery , the Such-zen , opposite the Painted Rocks , four months ' march away .
The XXXXX brought out a huge book of photos and showed him that very place , perched on its crag , overlooking the gigantic valley of many-hued strata .
Abbot Curator Englishman Kim Sahib Such-zen Tibet first lamassery months