on the table.  ’Your scholars, by these books, have followed the Blessed Feet in all their wanderings; but there are things which they have not sought out.  I know nothing — nothing do I know — but I go to free myself from the Wheel of Things by a broad and open road.’  He smiled with most simple triumph.  ’As a pilgrim to the Holy Places I acquire merit.  But there is more.  Listen to a true thing.  When our gracious Lord, being as yet a youth, sought a mate, men said, in His father’s Court, that He was too tender for marriage.  Thou knowest?’

The Curator nodded, wondering what would come next.

’So they made the triple trial of strength against all comers.  And at the test of the Bow, our Lord first breaking that which they gave Him, called for such a bow as none might bend.  Thou knowest?’

‘It is written.  I have read.’

’And, overshooting all other marks, the arrow passed far and far beyond sight.  At the last it fell; and, where it touched earth, there broke out a stream which presently became a River, whose nature, by our Lord’s beneficence, and that merit He acquired ere He freed himself, is that whoso bathes in it washes away all taint and speckle of sin.’

‘So it is written,’ said the Curator sadly.

The lama drew a long breath.  “Where is that River?  Fountain of Wisdom, where fell the arrow?”

‘Alas, my brother, I do not know,’ said the Curator.

’Nay, if it please thee to forget — the one thing only that thou hast not told me.  Surely thou must know?  See, I am an old man!  I ask with my head between thy feet, O Fountain of Wisdom.  We know He drew the bow!  We know the arrow fell!  We know the stream gushed!  Where, then, is the River?  My dream told me to find it.  So I came.  I am here.  But where is the River?’

‘If I knew, think you I would not cry it aloud?’

‘By it one attains freedom from the Wheel of Things,’ the lama went on, unheeding.  ’The River of the Arrow!  Think again!  Some little stream, maybe — dried in the heats?  But the Holy One would never so cheat an old man.’

‘I do not know.  I do not know.’

The lama brought his thousand-wrinkled face once more a handsbreadth from the Englishman’s.  ’I see thou dost not know.  Not being of the Law, the matter is hid from thee.’

‘Ay — hidden — hidden.’

‘We are both bound, thou and I, my brother.  But I’ — he rose with a sweep of the soft thick drapery — ’I go to cut myself free.  Come also!’

‘I am bound,’ said the Curator.  ‘But whither goest thou?’

’First to Kashi [Benares]:  where else?  There I shall meet one of the pure faith in a Jain temple of that city.  He also is a Seeker in secret, and from him haply I may learn.  Maybe he will go with me to Buddh Gaya.  Thence north and west to Kapilavastu, and there will I seek for the River.  Nay, I will seek everywhere as I go — for the place is not known where the arrow fell.’