Rest, thou. In time we come to Umballa.'

'But my River - the River of my healing?'

'And then, if it please thee, we will go hunting for that River
on foot. So that we miss nothing - not even a little rivulet in a
field-side.'

'But thou hast a Search of thine own?' The lama - very pleased
that he remembered so well - sat bolt upright.

'Ay,' said Kim, humouring him. The boy was entirely happy to be
out chewing pan and seeing new people in the great good-tempered
world.

'It was a bull - a Red Bull that shall come and help thee and
carry thee - whither? I have forgotten. A Red Bull on a green
field, was it not?'

'Nay, it will carry me nowhere,' said Kim. 'It is but a tale I
told thee.'

'What is this?' The cultivator's wife leaned forward, her
bracelets clinking on her arm. 'Do ye both dream dreams? A Red
Bull on a green field, that shall carry thee to the heavens or
what? Was it a vision? Did one make a prophecy? We have a Red
Bull in our village behind Jullundur city, and he grazes by
choice in the very greenest of our fields!'

'Give a woman an old wife's tale and a weaver-bird a leaf and a