When this monstrous falsehood was told to Kailas Balm he was extremely gratified, and often repeated the story.
Every horse year, and accordingly every twelfth year, crowds of pilgrims come to Kailas.
Though Kailas Babu, as I have said, had lost all his landed property, he had still some family heirlooms left.
Immediately beyond the monastery the summit of Kailas is lost to view, but soon a bit of it is seen again through a gap.
Kailas Babu, our neighbour, is the last relic of this extinct magnificence.
