Kim eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 404 pages of information about Kim.

Kim eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 404 pages of information about Kim.

‘Sister,’ said the lama, using that form of address a Buddhist monk may sometimes employ towards a nun, ‘if charms comfort thee -’

‘They are better than ten thousand doctors.’

’I say, if they comfort thee, I who was Abbot of Such-zen, will make as many as thou mayest desire.  I have never seen thy face -’

’That even the monkeys who steal our loquats count for again.  Hee! hee!’

‘But as he who sleeps there said,’ — he nodded at the shut door of the guest-chamber across the forecourt — ’thou hast a heart of gold ...  And he is in the spirit my very “grandson” to me’

‘Good!  I am the Holy One’s cow.’  This was pure Hinduism, but the lama never heeded.  ’I am old.  I have borne sons in the body.  Oh, once I could please men!  Now I can cure them.’  He heard her armlets tinkle as though she bared arms for action.  ’I will take over the boy and dose him, and stuff him, and make him all whole.  Hai! hai!  We old people know something yet.’

Wherefore when Kim, aching in every bone, opened his eyes, and would go to the cook-house to get his master’s food, he found strong coercion about him, and a veiled old figure at the door, flanked by the grizzled manservant, who told him very precisely the things that he was on no account to do.

’Thou must have?  Thou shalt have nothing.  What?  A locked box in which to keep holy books?  Oh, that is another matter.  Heavens forbid I should come between a priest and his prayers!  It shall be brought, and thou shalt keep the key.’

They pushed the coffer under his cot, and Kim shut away Mahbub’s pistol, the oilskin packet of letters, and the locked books and diaries, with a groan of relief.  For some absurd reason their weight on his shoulders was nothing to their weight on his poor mind.  His neck ached under it of nights.

’Thine is a sickness uncommon in youth these days:  since young folk have given up tending their betters.  The remedy is sleep, and certain drugs,’ said the Sahiba; and he was glad to give himself up to the blankness that half menaced and half soothed him.

She brewed drinks, in some mysterious Asiatic equivalent to the still-room — drenches that smelt pestilently and tasted worse.  She stood over Kim till they went down, and inquired exhaustively after they had come up.  She laid a taboo upon the forecourt, and enforced it by means of an armed man.  It is true he was seventy odd, that his scabbarded sword ceased at the hilt; but he represented the authority of the Sahiba, and loaded wains, chattering servants, calves, dogs, hens, and the like, fetched a wide compass by those parts.  Best of all, when the body was cleared, she cut out from the mass of poor relations that crowded the back of the buildings — house-hold dogs, we name them — a cousin’s widow, skilled in what Europeans, who know nothing about it, call massage.  And the two of them, laying him east and west, that the mysterious earth-currents

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