'Every month I become a year more old.

I was very young, and a fool to boot, when I took Mahbub's message to Umballa.

Even when I was with that white Regiment I was very young and small and had no wisdom.

But now I learn every day, and in three years the Colonel will take me out of the madrissah and let me go upon the Road with Mahbub hunting for horses' pedigrees, or maybe I shall go by myself; or maybe I shall find the lama and go with him.
Yes; that is best.

To walk again as a chela with my lama when he comes back to Benares.' The thoughts came more slowly and disconnectedly.