They certainly were too big for the office.  Dravot’s beard seemed to fill half the room and Carnehan’s shoulders the other half, as they sat on the big table.  Carnehan continued:  “The country isn’t half worked out because they that governs it won’t let you touch it.  They spend all their blessed time in governing it, and you can’t lift a spade, nor chip a rock, nor look for oil, nor anything like that, without all the Government saying, ‘Leave it alone, and let us govern.’  Therefore, such as it is, we will let it alone, and go away to some other place where a man isn’t crowded and can come to his own.  We are not little men, and there is nothing that we are afraid of except Drink, and we have signed a Contrack on that. Therefore we are going away to be Kings.”

“Kings in our own right,” muttered Dravot.

“Yes, of course,” I said.  “You’ve been tramping in the sun, and it’s a very warm night, and hadn’t you better sleep over the notion?  Come to-morrow.”

“Neither drunk nor sunstruck,” said Dravot.  “We have slept over the notion half a year, and require to see Books and Atlases, and we have decided that there is only one place now in the world that two strong men can Sar-a-whack.  They call it Kafiristan.  By my reckoning it’s the top right-hand corner of Afghanistan, not more than three hundred miles from Peshawar.  They have two and thirty heathen idols there, and we’ll be the thirty-third and fourth.  It’s a mountaineous country, the women of those parts are very beautiful.”

“But that is provided against in the Contrack,” said Carnehan.  “Neither Women nor Liqu-or, Daniel.”

“And that’s all we know, except that no one has gone there, and they fight, and in any place where they fight a man who knows how to drill men can always be a King.  We shall go to those parts and say to any King we find, ‘D’ you want to vanquish your foes?’ and we will show him how to drill men; for that we know better than anything else.  Then we will subvert that King and seize his Throne and establish a Dy-nasty.”

“You’ll be cut to pieces before you’re fifty miles across the Border,” I said.  “You have to travel through Afghanistan to get to that country.  It’s one mass of mountains and peaks and glaciers, and no Englishman has been through it.  The people are utter brutes, and even if you reached them you couldn’t do anything.”

“That’s more like,” said Carnehan.  “If you could think us a little more mad we would be more pleased.  We have come to you to know about this country, to read a book about it, and to be shown maps.  We want you to tell us that we are fools and to show us your books.”  He turned to the bookcases.

“Are you at all in earnest?” I said.

“A little,” said Dravot, sweetly.  “As big a map as you have got, even if it’s all blank where Kafiristan is, and any books you’ve got.  We can read, though we aren’t very educated.”