He went away--I had nursed him when he was sick--but he never returned.

Then I saw that the Gods of the Kerlistians lied, and I went back to my own people ...

I have never set eyes on a Sahib since.

(Do not laugh at me.

The fit is past, little priestling.) Thy face and thy walk and thy fashion of speech put me in mind of my Sahib, though thou art only a wandering mendicant to whom I give a dole.