Thou knowest ?' The Curator nodded, wondering what would come next.
'So they made the triple trial of strength against all comers.

And at the test of the Bow, our Lord first breaking that which they gave Him, called for such a bow as none might bend.

Thou knowest ?' 'It is written.

I have read.' 'And, overshooting all other marks, the arrow passed far and far beyond sight.

At the last it fell; and, where it touched earth, there broke out a stream which presently became a River, whose nature, by our Lord's beneficence, and that merit He acquired ere He freed himself, is that whoso bathes in it washes away all taint and speckle of sin.' 'So it is written,' said the Curator sadly.
The lama drew a long breath.