S’doaks was son of Yelth the wise —
Itswoot the Bear had him in care
To make him a medicine-man.
He was quick and quicker to learn —
Bold and bolder to dare:
Oregon Legend
Kim flung himself whole-heartedly upon the next turn of the wheel. He would be a Sahib again for a while. In that idea, so soon as he had reached the broad road under Simla Town Hall, he cast about for one to impress. A Hindu child, some ten years old, squatted5 under a lamp-post.
‘Where is Mr Lurgan’s house?’ demanded Kim.
‘I do not understand English,’ was the answer, and Kim shifted his speech accordingly.
‘I will show.’
Together they set off through the mysterious dusk, full of the noises of a city below the hillside, and the breath of a cool wind in deodar-crowned Jakko, shouldering the stars. The house-lights, scattered6 on every level, made, as it were, a double firmament7. Some were fixed8, others belonged to the ‘rickshaws of the careless, open-spoken English folk, going out to dinner.
‘It is here,’ said Kim’s guide, and halted in a veranda10 flush with the main road. No door stayed them, but a curtain of beaded reeds that split up the lamplight beyond.
‘He is come,’ said the boy, in a voice little louder than a sigh, and vanished. Kim felt sure that the boy had been posted to guide him from the first, but, putting a bold face on it, parted the curtain. A black-bearded man, with a green shade over his eyes, sat at a table, and, one by one, with short, white hands, picked up globules of light from a tray before him, threaded them on a glancing silken string, and hummed to himself the while. Kim was conscious that beyond the circle of light the room was full of things that smelt11 like all the temples of all the East. A whiff of musk12, a puff13 of sandal-wood, and a breath of sickly jessamine-oil caught his opened nostrils14.
‘I am here,’ said Kim at last, speaking in the vernacular15: the smells made him forget that he was to be a Sahib.
‘Seventy-nine, eighty, eighty-one,’ the man counted to himself, stringing pearl after pearl so quickly that Kim could scarcely follow his fingers. He slid off the green shade and looked fixedly16 at Kim for a full half-minute. The pupils of the eye dilated17 and closed to pin-pricks, as if at will. There was a fakir by the Taksali Gate who had just this gift and made money by it, especially when cursing silly women. Kim stared with interest. His disreputable friend could further twitch18 his ears, almost like a goat, and Kim was disappointed that this new man could not imitate him.
‘Do not be afraid,’ said Lurgan Sahib suddenly.
‘Why should I fear?’
‘Thou wilt20 sleep here tonight, and stay with me till it is time to go again to Nucklao. It is an order.’
‘It is an order,’ Kim repeated. ‘But where shall I sleep?’
‘Here, in this room.’ Lurgan Sahib waved his hand towards the darkness behind him.
‘So be it,’ said Kim composedly. ‘Now?’
He nodded and held the lamp above his head. As the light swept them, there leaped out from the walls a collection of Tibetan devil-dance masks, hanging above the fiend-embroidered draperies of those ghastly functions — horned masks, scowling21 masks, and masks of idiotic22 terror. In a corner, a Japanese warrior23, mailed and plumed24, menaced him with a halberd, and a score of lances and khandas and kuttars gave back the unsteady gleam. But what interested Kim more than all these things — he had seen devil-dance masks at the Lahore Museum — was a glimpse of the soft-eyed Hindu child who had left him in the doorway25, sitting cross-legged under the table of pearls with a little smile on his scarlet26 lips.
‘I think that Lurgan Sahib wishes to make me afraid. And I am sure that that devil’s brat27 below the table wishes to see me afraid.
‘This place,’ he said aloud, ‘is like a Wonder House. Where is my bed?’
Lurgan Sahib pointed19 to a native quilt in a corner by the loathsome28 masks, picked up the lamp, and left the room black.
‘Was that Lurgan Sahib?’ Kim asked as he cuddled down. No answer. He could hear the Hindu boy breathing, however, and, guided by the sound, crawled across the floor, and cuffed29 into the darkness, crying: ‘Give answer, devil! Is this the way to lie to a Sahib?’
From the darkness he fancied he could hear the echo of a chuckle30. It could not be his soft-fleshed companion, because he was weeping. So Kim lifted up his voice and called aloud:
‘Lurgan Sahib! O Lurgan Sahib! Is it an order that thy servant does not speak to me?’
‘It is an order.’ The voice came from behind him and he started.
‘Very good. But remember,’ he muttered, as he resought the quilt, ‘I will beat thee in the morning. I do not love Hindus.’
That was no cheerful night; the room being overfull of voices and music. Kim was waked twice by someone calling his name. The second time he set out in search, and ended by bruising31 his nose against a box that certainly spoke9 with a human tongue, but in no sort of human accent. It seemed to end in a tin trumpet32 and to be joined by wires to a smaller box on the floor — so far, at least, as he could judge by touch. And the voice, very hard and whirring, came out of the trumpet. Kim rubbed his nose and grew furious, thinking, as usual, in Hindi.
‘This with a beggar from the bazar might be good, but — I am a Sahib and the son of a Sahib and, which is twice as much more beside, a student of Nucklao. Yess’ (here he turned to English), ‘a boy of St Xavier’s. Damn Mr Lurgan’s eyes! — It is some sort of machinery33 like a sewing-machine. Oh, it is a great cheek of him — we are not frightened that way at Lucknow — No!’ Then in Hindi: ‘But what does he gain? He is only a trader — I am in his shop. But Creighton Sahib is a Colonel — and I think Creighton Sahib gave orders that it should be done. How I will beat that Hindu in the morning! What is this?’
The trumpet-box was pouring out a string of the most elaborate abuse that even Kim had ever heard, in a high uninterested voice, that for a moment lifted the short hairs of his neck. When the vile34 thing drew breath, Kim was reassured35 by the soft, sewing-machine-like whirr.
‘Chup! [Be still!]’ he cried, and again he heard a chuckle that decided36 him. ‘Chup — or I break your head.’
The box took no heed37. Kim wrenched38 at the tin trumpet and something lifted with a click. He had evidently raised a lid. If there were a devil inside, now was its time, for — he sniffed40 — thus did the sewing-machines of the bazar smell. He would clean that shaitan. He slipped off his jacket, and plunged41 it into the box’s mouth. Something long and round bent42 under the pressure, there was a whirr and the voice stopped — as voices must if you ram43 a thrice-doubled coat on to the wax cylinder44 and into the works of an expensive phonograph. Kim finished his slumbers45 with a serene46 mind.
In the morning he was aware of Lurgan Sahib looking down on him.
‘Oah!’ said Kim, firmly resolved to cling to his Sahib-dom. ‘There was a box in the night that gave me bad talk. So I stopped it. Was it your box?’
The man held out his hand.
‘Shake hands, O’Hara,’ he said. ‘Yes, it was my box. I keep such things because my friends the Rajahs like them. That one is broken, but it was cheap at the price. Yes, my friends, the Kings, are very fond of toys — and so am I sometimes.’
Kim looked him over out of the corners of his eyes. He was a Sahib in that he wore Sahib’s clothes; the accent of his Urdu, the intonation47 of his English, showed that he was anything but a Sahib. He seemed to understand what moved in Kim’s mind ere the boy opened his mouth, and he took no pains to explain himself as did Father Victor or the Lucknow masters. Sweetest of all — he treated Kim as an equal on the Asiatic side.
‘I am sorry you cannot beat my boy this morning. He says he will kill you with a knife or poison. He is jealous, so I have put him in the corner and I shall not speak to him today. He has just tried to kill me. You must help me with the breakfast. He is almost too jealous to trust, just now.’
Now a genuine imported Sahib from England would have made a great to-do over this tale. Lurgan Sahib stated it as simply as Mahbub Ali was used to record his little affairs in the North.
The back veranda of the shop was built out over the sheer hillside, and they looked down into their neighbours’ chimney-pots, as is the custom of Simla. But even more than the purely48 Persian meal cooked by Lurgan Sahib with his own hands, the shop fascinated Kim. The Lahore Museum was larger, but here were more wonders — ghost-daggers49 and prayer-wheels from Tibet; turquoise50 and raw amber51 necklaces; green jade52 bangles; curiously53 packed incense-sticks in jars crusted over with raw garnets; the devil-masks of overnight and a wall full of peacock-blue draperies; gilt54 figures of Buddha55, and little portable lacquer altars; Russian samovars with turquoises56 on the lid; egg-shell china sets in quaint57 octagonal cane58 boxes; yellow ivory crucifixes — from Japan of all places in the world, so Lurgan Sahib said; carpets in dusty bales, smelling atrociously, pushed back behind torn and rotten screens of geometrical work; Persian water-jugs for the hands after meals; dull copper59 incense-burners neither Chinese nor Persian, with friezes60 of fantastic devils running round them; tarnished61 silver belts that knotted like raw hide; hairpins62 of jade, ivory, and plasma63; arms of all sorts and kinds, and a thousand other oddments were cased, or piled, or merely thrown into the room, leaving a clear space only round the rickety deal table, where Lurgan Sahib worked.
‘Those things are nothing,’ said his host, following Kim’s glance. ‘I buy them because they are pretty, and sometimes I sell — if I like the buyer’s look. My work is on the table — some of it.’
It blazed in the morning light — all red and blue and green flashes, picked out with the vicious blue-white spurt64 of a diamond here and there. Kim opened his eyes.
‘Oh, they are quite well, those stones. It will not hurt them to take the sun. Besides, they are cheap. But with sick stones it is very different.’ He piled Kim’s plate anew. ‘There is no one but me can doctor a sick pearl and re-blue turquoises. I grant you opals — any fool can cure an opal — but for a sick pearl there is only me. Suppose I were to die! Then there would be no one . . . Oh no! You cannot do anything with jewels. It will be quite enough if you understand a little about the Turquoise — some day.’
‘Do you want drink?’
Kim nodded. Lurgan Sahib, fifteen feet off, laid one hand on the jar. Next instant, it stood at Kim’s elbow, full to within half an inch of the brim — the white cloth only showing, by a small wrinkle, where it had slid into place.
‘Wah!’ said Kim in most utter amazement66. ‘That is magic.’ Lurgan Sahib’s smile showed that the compliment had gone home.
‘Throw it back.’
‘It will break.’
‘I say, throw it back.’
Kim pitched it at random67. It fell short and crashed into fifty pieces, while the water dripped through the rough veranda boarding.
‘I said it would break.’
‘All one. Look at it. Look at the largest piece.’
That lay with a sparkle of water in its curve, as it were a star on the floor. Kim looked intently. Lurgan Sahib laid one hand gently on the nape of his neck, stroked it twice or thrice, and whispered: ‘Look! It shall come to life again, piece by piece. First the big piece shall join itself to two others on the right and the left — on the right and the left. Look!’
To save his life, Kim could not have turned his head. The light touch held him as in a vice68, and his blood tingled70 pleasantly through him. There was one large piece of the jar where there had been three, and above them the shadowy outline of the entire vessel71. He could see the veranda through it, but it was thickening and darkening with each beat of his pulse. Yet the jar — how slowly the thoughts came! — the jar had been smashed before his eyes. Another wave of prickling fire raced down his neck, as Lurgan Sahib moved his hand.
‘Look! It is coming into shape,’ said Lurgan Sahib.
So far Kim had been thinking in Hindi, but a tremor72 came on him, and with an effort like that of a swimmer before sharks, who hurls73 himself half out of the water, his mind leaped up from a darkness that was swallowing it and took refuge in — the multiplication-table in English!
‘Look! It is coming into shape,’ whispered Lurgan Sahib.
The jar had been smashed — yess, smashed — not the native word, he would not think of that — but smashed — into fifty pieces, and twice three was six, and thrice three was nine, and four times three was twelve. He clung desperately74 to the repetition. The shadow-outline of the jar cleared like a mist after rubbing eyes. There were the broken shards75; there was the spilt water drying in the sun, and through the cracks of the veranda showed, all ribbed, the white house-wall below — and thrice twelve was thirty-six!
‘Look! Is it coming into shape?’ asked Lurgan Sahib.
‘But it is smashed — smashed,’ he gasped76 — Lurgan Sahib had been muttering softly for the last half-minute. Kim wrenched his head aside. ‘Look! Dekho! It is there as it was there.’
‘It is there as it was there,’ said Lurgan, watching Kim closely while the boy rubbed his neck. ‘But you are the first of many who has ever seen it so.’ He wiped his broad forehead.
‘Was that more magic?’ Kim asked suspiciously. The tingle69 had gone from his veins77; he felt unusually wide awake.
‘No, that was not magic. It was only to see if there was — a flaw in a jewel. Sometimes very fine jewels will fly all to pieces if a man holds them in his hand, and knows the proper way. That is why one must be careful before one sets them. Tell me, did you see the shape of the pot?’
‘For a little time. It began to grow like a flower from the ground.’
‘And then what did you do? I mean, how did you think?’
‘Oah! I knew it was broken, and so, I think, that was what I thought — and it was broken.’
‘Hm! Has anyone ever done that same sort of magic to you before?’
‘If it was,’ said Kim ‘do you think I should let it again? I should run away.’
‘And now you are not afraid — eh?’
‘Not now.’
Lurgan Sahib looked at him more closely than ever. ‘I shall ask Mahbub Ali — not now, but some day later,’ he muttered. ‘I am pleased with you — yes; and I am pleased with you — no. You are the first that ever saved himself. I wish I knew what it was that . . . But you are right. You should not tell that — not even to me.’
He turned into the dusky gloom of the shop, and sat down at the table, rubbing his hands softly. A small, husky sob78 came from behind a pile of carpets. It was the Hindu child obediently facing towards the wall. His thin shoulders worked with grief.
‘Ah! He is jealous, so jealous. I wonder if he will try to poison me again in my breakfast, and make me cook it twice.
‘Kubbee — kubbee nahin [Never — never. No!]’, came the broken answer.
‘And whether he will kill this other boy?’
‘Kubbee — kubbee nahin.’
‘What do you think he will do?’ He turned suddenly on Kim.
‘Oah! I do not know. Let him go, perhaps. Why did he want to poison you?’
‘Because he is so fond of me. Suppose you were fond of someone, and you saw someone come, and the man you were fond of was more pleased with him than he was with you, what would you do?’
Kim thought. Lurgan repeated the sentence slowly in the vernacular. ‘I should not poison that man,’ said Kim reflectively, ‘but I should beat that boy — if that boy was fond of my man. But first, I would ask that boy if it were true.’
‘Ah! He thinks everyone must be fond of me.’
‘Then I think he is a fool.’
‘Hearest thou?’ said Lurgan Sahib to the shaking shoulders. ‘The Sahib’s son thinks thou art a little fool. Come out, and next time thy heart is troubled, do not try white arsenic79 quite so openly. Surely the Devil Dasim was lord of our table-cloth that day! It might have made me ill, child, and then a stranger would have guarded the jewels. Come!’
The child, heavy-eyed with much weeping, crept out from behind the bale and flung himself passionately80 at Lurgan Sahib’s feet, with an extravagance of remorse81 that impressed even Kim.
‘I will look into the ink-pools — I will faithfully guard the jewels! Oh, my Father and my Mother, send him away!’ He indicated Kim with a backward jerk of his bare heel.
‘Not yet — not yet. In a little while he will go away again. But now he is at school — at a new madrissah — and thou shalt be his teacher. Play the Play of the Jewels against him. I will keep tally82.’
The child dried his tears at once, and dashed to the back of the shop, whence he returned with a copper tray.
‘Give me!’ he said to Lurgan Sahib. ‘Let them come from thy hand, for he may say that I knew them before.’
‘Gently — gently,’ the man replied, and from a drawer under the table dealt a half-handful of clattering83 trifles into the tray.
‘Now,’ said the child, waving an old newspaper. ‘Look on them as long as thou wilt, stranger. Count and, if need be, handle. One look is enough for me.’ He turned his back proudly.
‘But what is the game?’
‘When thou hast counted and handled and art sure that thou canst remember them all, I cover them with this paper, and thou must tell over the tally to Lurgan Sahib. I will write mine.’
‘Oah!’ The instinct of competition waked in his breast. He bent over the tray. There were but fifteen stones on it. ‘That is easy,’ he said after a minute. The child slipped the paper over the winking84 jewels and scribbled85 in a native account-book.
‘There are under that paper five blue stones — one big, one smaller, and three small,’ said Kim, all in haste. ‘There are four green stones, and one with a hole in it; there is one yellow stone that I can see through, and one like a pipe-stem. There are two red stones, and — and — I made the count fifteen, but two I have forgotten. No! Give me time. One was of ivory, little and brownish; and — and — give me time . . . ’
‘One — two’ — Lurgan Sahib counted him out up to ten. Kim shook his head.
‘Hear my count!’ the child burst in, trilling with laughter. ‘First, are two flawed sapphires86 — one of two ruttees and one of four as I should judge. The four-ruttee sapphire87 is chipped at the edge. There is one Turkestan turquoise, plain with black veins, and there are two inscribed88 — one with a Name of God in gilt, and the other being cracked across, for it came out of an old ring, I cannot read. We have now all five blue stones. Four flawed emeralds there are, but one is drilled in two places, and one is a little carven-’
‘Their weights?’ said Lurgan Sahib impassively.
‘Three — five — five — and four ruttees as I judge it. There is one piece of old greenish pipe amber, and a cut topaz from Europe. There is one ruby89 of Burma, of two ruttees, without a flaw, and there is a balas-ruby, flawed, of two ruttees. There is a carved ivory from China representing a rat sucking an egg; and there is last — ah ha! — a ball of crystal as big as a bean set on a gold leaf.’
He clapped his hands at the close.
‘He is thy master,’ said Lurgan Sahib, smiling.
‘Huh! He knew the names of the stones,’ said Kim, flushing. ‘Try again! With common things such as he and I both know.’
They heaped the tray again with odds90 and ends gathered from the shop, and even the kitchen, and every time the child won, till Kim marvelled92.
‘Bind my eyes — let me feel once with my fingers, and even then I will leave thee opened-eyed behind,’ he challenged.
Kim stamped with vexation when the lad made his boast good.
‘If it were men — or horses,’ he said, ‘I could do better. This playing with tweezers93 and knives and scissors is too little.’
‘Learn first — teach later,’ said Lurgan Sahib. ‘Is he thy master?’
‘Truly. But how is it done?’
The Hindu boy, in highest feather, actually patted Kim on the back.
‘Do not despair,’ he said. ‘I myself will teach thee.’
‘And I will see that thou art well taught,’ said Lurgan Sahib, still speaking in the vernacular, ‘for except my boy here — it was foolish of him to buy so much white arsenic when, if he had asked, I could have given it — except my boy here I have not in a long time met with one better worth teaching. And there are ten days more ere thou canst return to Lucknao where they teach nothing — at the long price. We shall, I think, be friends.’
They were a most mad ten days, but Kim enjoyed himself too much to reflect on their craziness. In the morning they played the Jewel Game — sometimes with veritable stones, sometimes with piles of swords and daggers, sometimes with photo-graphs of natives. Through the afternoons he and the Hindu boy would mount guard in the shop, sitting dumb behind a carpet-bale or a screen and watching Mr Lurgan’s many and very curious visitors. There were small Rajahs, escorts coughing in the veranda, who came to buy curiosities — such as phonographs and mechanical toys. There were ladies in search of necklaces, and men, it seemed to Kim — but his mind may have been vitiated by early training — in search of the ladies; natives from independent and feudatory Courts whose ostensible95 business was the repair of broken necklaces — rivers of light poured out upon the table — but whose true end seemed to be to raise money for angry Maharanees or young Rajahs. There were Babus to whom Lurgan Sahib talked with austerity and authority, but at the end of each interview he gave them money in coined silver and currency notes. There were occasional gatherings96 of long-coated theatrical97 natives who discussed metaphysics in English and Bengali, to Mr Lurgan’s great edification. He was always interested in religions. At the end of the day, Kim and the Hindu boy — whose name varied98 at Lurgan’s pleasure — were expected to give a detailed99 account of all that they had seen and heard — their view of each man’s character, as shown in his face, talk, and manner, and their notions of his real errand. After dinner, Lurgan Sahib’s fancy turned more to what might be called dressing-up, in which game he took a most informing interest. He could paint faces to a marvel91; with a brush-dab here and a line there changing them past recognition. The shop was full of all manner of dresses and turbans, and Kim was apparelled variously as a young Mohammedan of good family, an oilman, and once — which was a joyous100 evening — as the son of an Oudh landholder in the fullest of full dress. Lurgan Sahib had a hawk’s eye to detect the least flaw in the make-up; and lying on a worn teak-wood couch, would explain by the half-hour together how such and such a caste talked, or walked, or coughed, or spat101, or sneezed, and, since ‘hows’ matter little in this world, the ‘why’ of everything. The Hindu child played this game clumsily. That little mind, keen as an icicle where tally of jewels was concerned, could not temper itself to enter another’s soul; but a demon102 in Kim woke up and sang with joy as he put on the changing dresses, and changed speech and gesture therewith.
Carried away by enthusiasm, he volunteered to show Lurgan Sahib one evening how the disciples103 of a certain caste of fakir, old Lahore acquaintances, begged doles104 by the roadside; and what sort of language he would use to an Englishman, to a Punjabi farmer going to a fair, and to a woman without a veil. Lurgan Sahib laughed immensely, and begged Kim to stay as he was, immobile for half an hour — cross-legged, ash-smeared, and wild-eyed, in the back room. At the end of that time entered a hulking, obese105 Babu whose stockinged legs shook with fat, and Kim opened on him with a shower of wayside chaff106. Lurgan Sahib — this annoyed Kim — watched the Babu and not the play.
‘I think,’ said the Babu heavily, lighting107 a cigarette, ‘I am of opeenion that it is most extraordinary and effeecient performance. Except that you had told me I should have opined that — that — that you were pulling my legs. How soon can he become approximately effeecient chain-man? Because then I shall indent108 for him.’
‘That is what he must learn at Lucknow.’
‘Then order him to be jolly-dam’-quick. Good-night, Lurgan.’ The Babu swung out with the gait of a bogged109 cow.
When they were telling over the day’s list of visitors, Lurgan Sahib asked Kim who he thought the man might be.
‘God knows!’ said Kim cheerily. The tone might almost have deceived Mahbub Ali, but it failed entirely110 with the healer of sick pearls.
‘That is true. God, He knows; but I wish to know what you think.’
Kim glanced sideways at his companion, whose eye had a way of compelling truth.
‘I— I think he will want me when I come from the school, but’ — confidentially111, as Lurgan Sahib nodded approval — ‘I do not understand how he can wear many dresses and talk many tongues.’
‘Thou wilt understand many things later. He is a writer of tales for a certain Colonel. His honour is great only in Simla, and it is noticeable that he has no name, but only a number and a letter — that is a custom among us.’
‘And is there a price upon his head too — as upon Mah — all the others?’
‘Not yet; but if a boy rose up who is now sitting here and went — look, the door is open! — as far as a certain house with a red-painted veranda, behind that which was the old theatre in the Lower Bazar, and whispered through the shutters112: “Hurree Chunder Mookerjee bore the bad news of last month”, that boy might take away a belt full of rupees.’
‘Five hundred — a thousand — as many as he might ask for.’
‘Good. And for how long might such a boy live after the news was told?’ He smiled merrily at Lurgan’s Sahib’s very beard.
‘Ah! That is to be well thought of. Perhaps if he were very clever, he might live out the day — but not the night. By no means the night.’
‘Then what is the Babu’s pay if so much is put upon his head?’
‘Eighty — perhaps a hundred — perhaps a hundred and fifty rupees; but the pay is the least part of the work. From time to time, God causes men to be born — and thou art one of them — who have a lust114 to go abroad at the risk of their lives and discover news — today it may be of far-off things, tomorrow of some hidden mountain, and the next day of some near-by men who have done a foolishness against the State. These souls are very few; and of these few, not more than ten are of the best. Among these ten I count the Babu, and that is curious. How great, therefore, and desirable must be a business that brazens the heart of a Bengali!’
‘True. But the days go slowly for me. I am yet a boy, and it is only within two months I learned to write Angrezi. Even now I cannot read it well. And there are yet years and years and long years before I can be even a chain-man.’
‘Have patience, Friend of all the World’ — Kim started at the title. ‘Would I had a few of the years that so irk thee. I have proved thee in several small ways. This will not be forgotten when I make my report to the Colonel Sahib.’ Then, changing suddenly into English with a deep laugh:
‘By Jove! O’Hara, I think there is a great deal in you; but you must not become proud and you must not talk. You must go back to Lucknow and be a good little boy and mind your book, as the English say, and perhaps, next holidays if you care, you can come back to me!’ Kim’s face fell. ‘Oh, I mean if you like. I know where you want to go.’
Four days later a seat was booked for Kim and his small trunk at the rear of a Kalka tonga. His companion was the whale-like Babu, who, with a fringed shawl wrapped round his head, and his fat openwork-stockinged left leg tucked under him, shivered and grunted115 in the morning chill.
‘How comes it that this man is one of us?’ thought Kim considering the jelly back as they jolted116 down the road; and the reflection threw him into most pleasant day-dreams. Lurgan Sahib had given him five rupees — a splendid sum — as well as the assurance of his protection if he worked. Unlike Mahbub, Lurgan Sahib had spoken most explicitly117 of the reward that would follow obedience118, and Kim was content. If only, like the Babu, he could enjoy the dignity of a letter and a number — and a price upon his head! Some day he would be all that and more. Some day he might be almost as great as Mahbub Ali! The housetops of his search should be half India; he would follow Kings and Ministers, as in the old days he had followed vakils and lawyers’ touts119 across Lahore city for Mahbub Ali’s sake. Meantime, there was the present, and not at all unpleasant, fact of St Xavier’s immediately before him. There would be new boys to condescend120 to, and there would be tales of holiday adventures to hear. Young Martin, son of the tea-planter at Manipur, had boasted that he would go to war, with a rifle, against the head-hunters.
That might be, but it was certain young Martin had not been blown half across the forecourt of a Patiala palace by an explosion of fireworks; nor had he . . . Kim fell to telling himself the story of his own adventures through the last three months. He could paralyse St Xavier’s — even the biggest boys who shaved — with the recital121, were that permitted. But it was, of course, out of the question. There would be a price upon his head in good time, as Lurgan Sahib had assured him; and if he talked foolishly now, not only would that price never be set, but Colonel Creighton would cast him off — and he would be left to the wrath122 of Lurgan Sahib and Mahbub Ali — for the short space of life that would remain to him.
‘So I should lose Delhi for the sake of a fish,’ was his proverbial philosophy. It behoved him to forget his holidays (there would always remain the fun of inventing imaginary adventures) and, as Lurgan Sahib had said, to work. Of all the boys hurrying back to St Xavier’s, from Sukkur in the sands to Galle beneath the palms, none was so filled with virtue123 as Kimball O’Hara, jiggeting down to Umballa behind Hurree Chunder Mookerjee, whose name on the books of one section of the Ethnological Survey was R.17.
And if additional spur were needed, the Babu supplied it. After a huge meal at Kalka, he spoke uninterruptedly. Was Kim going to school? Then he, an M A of Calcutta University, would explain the advantages of education. There were marks to be gained by due attention to Latin and Wordsworth’s Excursion (all this was Greek to Kim). French, too was vital, and the best was to be picked up in Chandernagore a few miles from Calcutta. Also a man might go far, as he himself had done, by strict attention to plays called Lear and Julius Caesar, both much in demand by examiners. Lear was not so full of historical allusions124 as Julius Caesar; the book cost four annas, but could be bought second-hand125 in Bow Bazar for two. Still more important than Wordsworth, or the eminent126 authors, Burke and Hare, was the art and science of mensuration. A boy who had passed his examination in these branches — for which, by the way, there were no cram-books — could, by merely marching over a country with a compass and a level and a straight eye, carry away a picture of that country which might be sold for large sums in coined silver. But as it was occasionally inexpedient to carry about measuring-chains a boy would do well to know the precise length of his own foot-pace, so that when he was deprived of what Hurree Chunder called adventitious127 aids’ he might still tread his distances. To keep count of thousands of paces, Hurree Chunder’s experience had shown him nothing more valuable than a rosary of eighty-one or a hundred and eight beads128, for ‘it was divisible and sub-divisible into many multiples and sub-multiples’. Through the volleying drifts of English, Kim caught the general trend of the talk, and it interested him very much. Here was a new craft that a man could tuck away in his head and by the look of the large wide world unfolding itself before him, it seemed that the more a man knew the better for him.
Said the Babu when he had talked for an hour and a half ‘I hope some day to enjoy your offeecial acquaintance. Ad interim129, if I may be pardoned that expression, I shall give you this betel-box, which is highly valuable article and cost me two rupees only four years ago.’ It was a cheap, heart-shaped brass130 thing with three compartments131 for carrying the eternal betel-nut, lime and pan-leaf; but it was filled with little tabloid-bottles.
‘That is reward of merit for your performance in character of that holy man. You see, you are so young you think you will last for ever and not take care of your body. It is great nuisance to go sick in the middle of business. I am fond of drugs myself, and they are handy to cure poor people too. These are good Departmental drugs — quinine and so on. I give it you for souvenir. Now good-bye. I have urgent private business here by the roadside.’
He slipped out noiselessly as a cat, on the Umballa road, hailed a passing cart and jingled132 away, while Kim, tongue-tied, twiddled the brass betel-box in his hands.
The record of a boy’s education interests few save his parents, and, as you know, Kim was an orphan133. It is written in the books of St Xavier’s in Partibus that a report of Kim’s progress was forwarded at the end of each term to Colonel Creighton and to Father Victor, from whose hands duly came the money for his schooling134. It is further recorded in the same books that he showed a great aptitude135 for mathematical studies as well as map-making, and carried away a prize (The Life of Lord Lawrence, tree-calf136, two vols., nine rupees, eight annas) for proficiency137 therein; and the same term played in St Xavier’s eleven against the Alighur Mohammedan College, his age being fourteen years and ten months. He was also re-vaccinated (from which we may assume that there had been another epidemic138 of smallpox139 at Lucknow) about the same time. Pencil notes on the edge of an old muster-roll record that he was punished several times for ‘conversing with improper140 persons’, and it seems that he was once sentenced to heavy pains for ‘absenting himself for a day in the company of a street beggar’. That was when he got over the gate and pleaded with the lama through a whole day down the banks of the Gumti to accompany him on the Road next holidays — for one month — for a little week; and the lama set his face as a flint against it, averring141 that the time had not yet come. Kim’s business, said the old man as they ate cakes together, was to get all the wisdom of the Sahibs and then he would see. The Hand of Friendship must in some way have averted142 the Whip of Calamity143, for six weeks later Kim seems to have passed an examination in elementary surveying ‘with great credit’, his age being fifteen years and eight months. From this date the record is silent. His name does not appear in the year’s batch144 of those who entered for the subordinate Survey of India, but against it stand the words ‘removed on appointment.’
Several times in those three years, cast up at the Temple of the Tirthankars in Benares the lama, a little thinner and a shade yellower, if that were possible, but gentle and untainted as ever. Sometimes it was from the South that he came — from south of Tuticorin, whence the wonderful fire-boats go to Ceylon where are priests who know Pali; sometimes it was from the wet green West and the thousand cotton-factory chimneys that ring Bombay; and once from the North, where he had doubled back eight hundred miles to talk for a day with the Keeper of the Images in the Wonder House. He would stride to his cell in the cool, cut marble — the priests of the Temple were good to the old man, — wash off the dust of travel, make prayer, and depart for Lucknow, well accustomed now to the way of the rail, in a third-class carriage. Returning, it was noticeable, as his friend the Seeker pointed out to the head-priest, that he ceased for a while to mourn the loss of his River, or to draw wondrous145 pictures of the Wheel of Life, but preferred to talk of the beauty and wisdom of a certain mysterious chela whom no man of the Temple had ever seen. Yes, he had followed the traces of the Blessed Feet throughout all India. (The Curator has still in his possession a most marvellous account of his wanderings and meditations146.) There remained nothing more in life but to find the River of the Arrow. Yet it was shown to him in dreams that it was a matter not to be undertaken with any hope of success unless that seeker had with him the one chela appointed to bring the event to a happy issue, and versed147 in great wisdom — such wisdom as white-haired Keepers of Images possess. For example (here came out the snuff-gourd, and the kindly148 Jain priests made haste to be silent):
‘Long and long ago, when Devadatta was King of Benares — let all listen to the Tataka! — an elephant was captured for a time by the king’s hunters and ere he broke free, beringed with a grievous legiron. This he strove to remove with hate and frenzy149 in his heart, and hurrying up and down the forests, besought150 his brother-elephants to wrench39 it asunder151. One by one, with their strong trunks, they tried and failed. At the last they gave it as their opinion that the ring was not to be broken by any bestial152 power. And in a thicket153, new-born, wet with moisture of birth, lay a day-old calf of the herd154 whose mother had died. The fettered155 elephant, forgetting his own agony, said: “If I do not help this suckling it will perish under our feet.” So he stood above the young thing, making his legs buttresses157 against the uneasily moving herd; and he begged milk of a virtuous158 cow, and the calf throve, and the ringed elephant was the calf’s guide and defence. Now the days of an elephant — let all listen to the Tataka! — are thirty-five years to his full strength, and through thirty-five Rains the ringed elephant befriended the younger, and all the while the fetter156 ate into the flesh.
‘Then one day the young elephant saw the half-buried iron, and turning to the elder said: “What is this?” “It is even my sorrow,” said he who had befriended him. Then that other put out his trunk and in the twinkling of an eyelash abolished the ring, saying: “The appointed time has come.” So the virtuous elephant who had waited temperately159 and done kind acts was relieved, at the appointed time, by the very calf whom he had turned aside to cherish — let all listen to the Tataka! for the Elephant was Ananda, and the Calf that broke the ring was none other than The Lord Himself . . . ’
Then he would shake his head benignly160, and over the ever-clicking rosary point out how free that elephant-calf was from the sin of pride. He was as humble161 as a chela who, seeing his master sitting in the dust outside the Gates of Learning, over-leapt the gates (though they were locked) and took his master to his heart in the presence of the proud-stomached city. Rich would be the reward of such a master and such a chela when the time came for them to seek freedom together!
So did the lama speak, coming and going across India as softly as a bat. A sharp-tongued old woman in a house among the fruit-trees behind Saharunpore honoured him as the woman honoured the prophet, but his chamber162 was by no means upon the wall. In an apartment of the forecourt overlooked by cooing doves he would sit, while she laid aside her useless veil and chattered163 of spirits and fiends of Kulu, of grandchildren unborn, and of the free-tongued brat who had talked to her in the resting-place. Once, too, he strayed alone from the Grand Trunk Road below Umballa to the very village whose priest had tried to drug him; but the kind Heaven that guards lamas sent him at twilight164 through the crops, absorbed and unsuspicious, to the Rissaldar’s door. Here was like to have been a grave misunderstanding, for the old soldier asked him why the Friend of the Stars had gone that way only six days before.
‘That may not be,’ said the lama. ‘He has gone back to his own people.’
‘He sat in that corner telling a hundred merry tales five nights ago,’ his host insisted. ‘True, he vanished somewhat suddenly in the dawn after foolish talk with my granddaughter. He grows apace, but he is the same Friend of the Stars as brought me true word of the war. Have ye parted?’
‘Yes — and no,’ the lama replied. ‘We — we have not altogether parted, but the time is not ripe that we should take the Road together. He acquires wisdom in another place. We must wait.’
‘All one — but if it were not the boy how did he come to speak so continually of thee?’
‘And what said he?’ asked the lama eagerly.
‘Sweet words — an hundred thousand — that thou art his father and mother and such all. Pity that he does not take the Qpeen’s service. He is fearless.’
This news amazed the lama, who did not then know how religiously Kim kept to the contract made with Mahbub Ali, and perforce ratified165 by Colonel Creighton . . .
‘There is no holding the young pony166 from the game,’ said the horse-dealer when the Colonel pointed out that vagabonding over India in holiday time was absurd. ‘If permission be refused to go and come as he chooses, he will make light of the refusal. Then who is to catch him? Colonel Sahib, only once in a thousand years is a horse born so well fitted for the game as this our colt. And we need men.’
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chaff
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shutters
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