'Do ye both dream dreams?
A Red Bull on a green field, that shall carry thee to the heavens or what?
Was it a vision?
Did one make a prophecy?
We have a Red Bull in our village behind Jullundur city, and he grazes by choice in the very greenest of our fields!' 'Give a woman an old wife's tale and a weaver-bird a leaf and a thread', they will weave wonderful things,' said the Sikh.

'All holy men dream dreams, and by following holy men their disciples attain that power.' 'A Red Bull on a green field, was it ?' the lama repeated.

'In a former life it may be thou hast acquired merit, and the Bull will come to reward thee.' 'Nay--nay--it was but a tale one told to me--for a jest belike.

But I will seek the Bull about Umballa, and thou canst look for thy River and rest from the clatter of the train.' 'It may be that the Bull knows--that he is sent to guide us both.' said the lama, hopefully as a child.

Then to the company, indicating Kim: 'This one was sent to me but yesterday.