Abdul el-Hajeb should rub her as opposed to the tutor
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that? Has he desecrated the Temple? Has he shown
disrespect to the Golden Figures? Speak, and explain your
cruelty."
"Lord Mingyar Dondup," whined the tall Proctor of
the Temple, "the boy was here day-dreaming when he
should have been at the Litany with his fellows."
The Lama Mingyar Dondup, no small man himself,
gazed sadly up at the seven-foot Man of Kham standing
before him. Firmly the Lama spoke, "You may go, Proctor,
I will deal with this myself." As the Proctor respectfully
bowed, and turned away, my Guide, the Lama Mingyar
Dondup turned to me, "Now Lobsang, let us go to my room
so that you can recount the tale of your numerous well-
punished sins." With that he stooped gently and lifted me
to my feet. In my short life no one but my Guide had ever
shown me kindness, and I was hard put to keep back tears
of gratitude and love.
The Lama turned away and slowly walked up the long
deserted corridor. I humbly followed in his footsteps,
followed even eagerly, knowing that no injustice could
ever come from this great man.
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At the entrance to his room he stopped, turned to me,
and put a hand on my shoulder, "Come along, Lobsang,
you have committed no crime, come in and tell me about
this trouble." With that he pushed me before him and
bade me be seated. "Food, Lobsang, Food, that also is upon
your mind. We must have food and tea while we talk."
Leisurely he rang his silver bell, and an attendant entered.
Until food and drink was placed before us we sat in
silence, I thinking of the sureness with which all my offences
were found out and punished almost before they w