'To none have I spoken of my search, save to the Priest of the Images.

Who art thou ?' 'Thy chela,' said Kim simply, sitting on his heels.

'I have never seen anyone like to thee in all this my life.

I go with thee to Benares.
And, too, I think that so old a man as thou, speaking the truth to chance-met people at dusk, is in great need of a disciple.' 'But the River--the River of the Arrow ?' 'Oh, that I heard when thou wast speaking to the Englishman.

I lay against the door.' The lama sighed.