But where is the River ?' 'If I knew, think you I would not cry it aloud ?' 'By it one attains freedom from the Wheel of Things,' the lama went on, unheeding.

'The River of the Arrow! Think again! Some little stream, maybe--dried in the heats?
But the Holy One would never so cheat an old man.' 'I do not know.

I do not know.' The lama brought his thousand-wrinkled face once more a handsbreadth from the Englishman's.

'I see thou dost not know.

Not being of the Law, the matter is hid from thee.' 'Ay--hidden--hidden.' 'We are both bound, thou and I, my brother.