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An orphaned street-urchin follows a holy man across India during the time of the British Raj, eventually gaining an education and becoming a recruit to the Great Game of espionage against the Russians.

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to my cooking-pots. Come again, O people of good will. Holy One and disciple, come again. The room is always prepared; the welcome is always ready⁠ ⁠… See the women do not follow thy chela too openly. I know the women of Kulu. Take heed, chela , lest he run away when he smells his Hills again⁠ ⁠… Hai! Do not tilt the rice-bag upside down⁠ ⁠… Bless the household, Holy One, and forgive thy servant her stupidities.”

She wiped her red old eyes on a corner of her veil, and clucked throatily.

“Women talk,” said the lama at last, “but that is a woman’s infirmity. I gave her a charm. She is upon the Wheel and wholly given over to the shows of this life, but none the less, chela , she is virtuous, kindly, hospitable⁠—of a whole and zealous heart. Who shall say she does not acquire merit?”

“Not I, Holy One,” said Kim, reslinging the bountiful provision on his shoulders. “In my mind⁠—behind my eyes⁠—I have tried to picture such an one altogether freed from the Wheel⁠—desiring nothing, causing nothing⁠—a nun, as it were.”

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