I am now that holy man's disciple; and we go a pilgrimage together--to Benares, he says.

He is quite mad, and I am tired of Lahore city.

I wish new air and water.' 'But for whom dost thou work?
Why come to me ?' The voice was harsh with suspicion.
'To whom else should I come?
I have no money.

It is not good to go about without money.

Thou wilt sell many horses to the officers.