First come two--ferashes--to make all things ready--in a dark place, as it is always at the beginning of a vision.' 'But this is not vision,' said the lama.

'It is the world's Illusion, and no more.' 'And after them comes the Bull--the Red Bull on the green field.

Look! It is he!' He pointed to the flag that was snap snapping in the evening breeze not ten feet away.

It was no more than an ordinary camp marking-flag; but the regiment, always punctilious in matters of millinery, had charged it with the regimental device, the Red Bull, which is the crest of the Mavericks--the great Red Bull on a background of Irish green.
'I see, and now I remember.' said the lama.

'Certainly it is thy Bull.