He had wasted some opium on a man who carried no money . ` That is well spoken . I am not much used to holy men , but respect is always good . There is no respect in these days -- not even when a Commissioner Sahib comes to see me . But why should one whose Star leads him to war follow a holy man ? ' ` But he is a holy man , ' said Kim earnestly . ` In truth , and in talk and in act , holy . He is not like the others . I have never seen such an one . We be not fortune-tellers , or jugglers , or beggars . ' ` Thou art not . That I can see . But I do not know that other . He marches well , though . ' The first freshness of the day carried the lama forward with long , easy , camel-like strides . He was deep in meditation , mechanically clicking his rosary . They followed the rutted and worn country road that wound across the flat between the great dark-green mango-groves , the line of the snowcapped Himalayas faint to the eastward . All India was at work in the fields , to the creaking of well-wheels , the shouting of ploughmen behind their cattle , and the clamour of the crows . Even the pony felt the good influence and almost broke into a trot as Kim laid a hand on the stirrup-leather . ` It repents me that I did not give a rupee to the shrine , ' said the lama on the last bead of his eighty-one .
The old soldier growled in his beard , so that the XXXXX for the first time was aware of him .
Himalayas Sahib Star clamour days first jugglers lama stirrup-leather war