“Why not follow the Way thyself, and so accompany the boy?"

Mahbub stared stupefied at the magnificent insolence of the demand, which across the Border he would have paid with more than a blow. Then the humor of it touched his worldly soul.

"Softly -- softly -- one foot at a time, as the lame gelding went over the Umballa jumps. I may come to Paradise later -- I have workings that way -- great motions -- and I owe them to thy simplicity.”