Yes . Even as He went so go I , forsaking the ease of my monastery . There was with me when I left the hills a chela -LSB- disciple -RSB- who begged for me as the Rule demands , but halting in Kulu awhile a fever took him and he died . I have now no chela , but I will take the alms-bowl and thus enable the charitable to acquire merit . ' He nodded his head valiantly . Learned doctors of a lamassery do not beg , but the lama was an enthusiast in this quest . ` Be it so , ' said the Curator , smiling . ` Suffer me now to acquire merit . We be craftsmen together , thou and I . Here is a new book of white English paper : here be sharpened pencils two and three -- thick and thin , all good for a scribe . Now lend me thy spectacles . ' The Curator looked through them . They were heavily scratched , but the power was almost exactly that of his own pair , which he slid into the lama 's hand , saying : ` Try these . ' ' A feather ! A very feather upon the face . ' The old man turned his head delightedly and wrinkled up his nose . ` How scarcely do I feel them ! How clearly do I see ! ' ` They be bilaur -- crystal -- and will never scratch . May they help thee to thy River , for they are thine . ' '
I will take them and the pencils and the white note-book , ' XXXXX the lama , ` as a sign of friendship between priest and priest -- and now -- ' He fumbled at his belt , detached the open-work iron pincers , and laid it on the Curator 's table .
Be died feel forsaking lend nodded said scratched turned wrinkled