'They will eat now, and--and I do not think they are good to beg from.

Let us go back to the resting-place.

After we have eaten we will come again.

It certainly was a Red Bull--my Red Bull.' They were both noticeably absent-minded when the old lady's retinue set their meal before them; so none broke their reserve, for it is not lucky to annoy guests.
'Now,' said Kim, picking his teeth, 'we will return to that place; but thou, O Holy One, must wait a little way off, because thy feet are heavier than mine and I am anxious to see more of that Red Bull.' 'But how canst thou understand the talk?
Walk slowly.

The road is dark,' the lama replied uneasily.
Kim put the question aside.