She had heard many foolish legends, but this great truth of my River she had never heard.

Such are the priests of the lower hills! She knew the Abbot of Lung-Cho, but she did not know of my River--nor the tale of the Arrow.' 'And ?' 'I spoke therefore of the Search, and of the Way, and of matters that were profitable; she desiring only that I should accompany her and make prayer for a second son.' 'Aha! "We women" do not think of anything save children,' said Kim sleepily.
'Now, since our roads run together for a while, I do not see that we in any way depart from our Search if so be we accompany her--at least as far as--I have forgotten the name of the city.' 'Ohe!' said Kim, turning and speaking in a sharp whisper to one of the Ooryas a few yards away.

'Where is your master's house ?' 'A little behind Saharunpore, among the fruit gardens.' He named the village.
'That was the place,' said the lama.

'So far, at least, we can go with her.' 'Flies go to carrion,' said the Oorya, in an abstracted voice.
'For the sick cow a crow; for the sick man a Brahmin.' Kim breathed the proverb impersonally to the shadow-tops of the trees overhead.
The Oorya grunted and held his peace.
'So then we go with her, Holy One ?' 'Is there any reason against?
I can still step aside and try all the rivers that the road overpasses.

She desires that I should come.