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  `True。Truetalk,’saidKimsolemnly。`Foolsspeakofacatwhenawomanisbroughttobed,forinstance。Ihaveheardthem。’

  `Therefore,inonesituateasthouart,itparticularlybehovestheetorememberthiswithbothkindsoffaces。AmongSahibs,neverforgettingthouartaSahib;amongthefolkofHind,alwaysrememberingthouart-

  ’Hepaused,withapuzzledsmile。

  `WhatamI?Mussalman,Hindu,Jain,orBuddhist?Thatisahardknot。’

  `Thouartbeyondquestionanunbeliever,andthereforethouwiltbedamned。SosaysmyLaw-orIthinkitdoes。ButthouartalsomyLittleFriendofalltheWorld,andIlovethee。Sosaysmyheart。Thismatterofcreedsislikehorseflesh。Thewisemanknowshorsesaregood-thatthereisaprofittobemadefromall;andformyself-butthatIamagoodSunniandhatethemenofTirah-IcouldbelievethesameofalltheFaiths。NowmanifestlyaKathiawarmaretakenfromthesandsofherbirthplaceandremovedtothewestofBengalfounders-norisevenaBalkhstallionandtherearenobetterhorsesthanthoseofBalkh,weretheynotsoheavyintheshoulderofanyaccountinthegreatNortherndesertsbesidethesnow-camelsIhaveseen。ThereforeIsayinmyhearttheFaithsarelikethehorses。Eachhasmeritinitsowncountry。’

  `Butmylamasaidaltogetheradifferentthing。’

  `Oh,heisanolddreamerofdreamsfromBhotiyal。Myheartisalittleangry,FriendofalltheWorld,thatthoushouldstseesuchworthinamansolittleknown。’

  `Itistrue,Hajji;butthatworthdoIsee,andtohimmyheartisdrawn。’

  `Andhistothine,Ihear。Heartsarelikehorses。Theycomeandtheygoagainstbitorspur。ShoutGulSherKhanyondertodriveinthatbaystallion’spicketsmorefirmly。Wedonotwantahorse-fightateveryresting-stage,andthedunandtheblackwillbelockedinalittle……Nowhearme。Isitnecessarytothecomfortofthyhearttoseethatlama?’

  `Itisonepartofmybond,’saidKim。`IfIdonotseehim,andifheistakenfromme,IwillgooutofthatmadrissahinNucklaoand,and-oncegone,whoistofindmeagain?’

  `Itistrue。Neverwascoltheldonalighterheel-ropethanthou。’

  Mahbubnoddedhishead。

  `Donotbeafraid。’Kimspokeasthoughhecouldhaveevanishedonthemoment。`Mylamahassaidthathewillcometoseemeatthemadrissah-’

  `AbeggarandhisbowlinthepresenceofthoseyoungSa-’

  `Notall!’Kimcutinwithasnort。`Theireyesarebluedandtheirnailsareblackenedwithlow-casteblood,manyofthem。Sonsofmehteranees-brothers-in-lawtothebhungi[sweeper]。’

  Weneednotfollowtherestofthepedigree;butKimmadehislittlepointclearlyandwithoutheat,chewingapieceofsugar-canethewhile。

  `FriendofalltheWorld,’saidMahbub,pushingoverthepipefortheboytoclean,`Ihavemetmanymen,women,andboys,andnotafewSahibs。

  Ihaveneverinallmydaysmetsuchanimpasthouart。’

  `Andwhy?WhenIalwaystelltheethetruth。’

  `Perhapstheveryreason,forthisisaworldofdangertohonestmen。’

  MahbubAlihauledhimselfofftheground,girtinhisbelt,andwentovertothehorses。

  `Orsellit?’

  TherewasthatinthetonethatmadeMahbubhaltandturn。`Whatnewdevilry?’

  `Eightannas,andIwilltell,’saidKim,grinning。`Ittouchesthypeace。’

  `OShaitan!’Mahbubgavethemoney。

  `Rememberestthouthelittlebusinessofthethievesinthedark,downyonderatUmballa?’

  `Seeingtheysoughtmylife,Ihavenotaltogetherforgotten。Why?’

  `RememberestthoutheKashmirSerai?’

  `Iwilltwistthyearsinamoment-Sahib。’

  `Noneed-Pathan。Only,thesecondfakir,whomtheSahibsbeatsenseless,wasthemanwhocametosearchthybulkheadatLahore。Isawhisfaceastheyhelpedhimontheengine。Theverysameman。’

  `Whydidstthounottellbefore?’

  `Oh,hewillgotojail,andbesafeforsomeyears。Thereisnoneedtotellmorethanisnecessaryatanyonetime。Besides,Ididnotthenneedmoneyforsweetmeats。’

  `Allahkerim!’saidMahbubAli。`Wiltthousomedaysellmyheadforafewsweetmeatsifthefittakesthee?’Kimwillremembertillhediesthatlong,lazyjourneyfromUmballa,throughKalkaandthePinjoreGardensnearby,uptoSimla。AsuddenspateintheGuggerRiversweptdownonehorsethemostvaluable,besure,andnearlydrownedKimamongthedancingboulders。FartheruptheroadthehorseswerestampededbyaGovernmentelephant,andbeinginhighconditionofgrassfood,itcostadayandahalftogetthemtogetheragain。ThentheymetSikandarKhancomingdownwithafewunsaleablescrews-remnantsofhisstring-andMahbub,whohasmoreofhorse-copinginhislittlefingernailthanSikandarKhaninallhistents,mustneedsbuytwooftheworst,andthatmeanteighthours’laboriousdiplomacyanduntoldtobacco。

  Butitwasallpuredelight-thewanderingroad,climbing,dipping,andsweepingaboutthegrowingspurs;theflushofthemorninglaidalongthedistantsnows;thebranchedcacti,tierupontieronthestonyhillsides;

  thevoicesofathousandwater-channels;thechatterofthemonkeys;thesolemndeodars,climbingoneafteranotherwithdown-droopedbranches;

  thevistaofthePlainsrolledoutfarbeneaththem;theincessanttwangingofthetonga-hornsandthewildrushoftheledhorseswhenatongaswungroundacurve;thehaltsforprayersMahbubwasveryreligiousindry-washingsandbellowingswhentimedidnotpress;theeveningconferencesbythehalting-places,whencamelsandbullockschewedsolemnlytogetherandthestoliddriverstoldthenewsoftheRoad-allthesethingsliftedKim’shearttosongwithinhim。

  `But,whenthesinginganddancingisdone,’saidMahbubAli,`comestheColonelSahib’s,andthatisnotsosweet。’

  `Afairland-amostbeautifullandisthisofHind-andthelandoftheFiveRiversisfairerthanall,’Kimhalfchanted。`IntoitIwillgoagainifMahbubAliortheColonellifthandorfootagainstme。Oncegone,whoshallfindme?Look,Hajji,isyonderthecityofSimla?Allah,whatacity!’

  `Myfather’sbrother,andhewasanoldmanwhenMackersonSahib’swellwasnewatPeshawur,couldrecallwhentherewerebuttwohousesinit。’

  HeledthehorsesbelowthemainroadintothelowerSimlabazar-thecrowdedrabbit-warrenthatclimbsupfromthevalleytotheTownHallatanangleofforty-five。AmanwhoknowshiswaytherecandefyallthepoliceofIndia’ssummercapital,socunninglydoesverandacommunicatewithveranda,alley-waywithalley-way,andbolt-holewithbolt-hole。Herelivethosewhoministertothewantsofthegladcity-jhampaniswhopulltheprettyladies’`rickshawsbynightandgambletillthedawn;

  grocers,oil-sellers,curio-vendors,firewood-dealers,priests,pickpockets,andnativeemployeesoftheGovernment。HerearediscussedbycourtesansthethingswhicharesupposedtobeprofoundestsecretsoftheIndiaCouncil;

  andheregatherallthesub-sub-agentsofhalftheNativeStates。Here,too,MahbubAlirentedaroom,muchmoresecurelylockedthanhisbulkheadatLahore,inthehouseofaMohammedancattle-dealer。Itwasaplaceofmiracles,too,fortherewentinattwilightaMohammedanhorseboy,andtherecameoutanhourlateraEurasianlad-theLucknowgirl’sdyewasofthebest-inbadly-fittingshop-clothes。

  `IhavespokenwithCreightonSahib,’quothMahbubAli,`andasecondtimehastheHandofFriendshipavertedtheWhipofCalamity。HesaysthatthouhastaltogetherwastedsixtydaysupontheRoad,anditistoolate,therefore,tosendtheetoanyHill-school。’

  `Ihavesaidthatmyholidaysaremyown。Idonotgotoschooltwiceover。Thatisonepartofmybond。’

  `TheColonelSahibisnotyetawareofthatcontract。ThouarttolodgeinLurganSahib’shousetillitistimetogoagaintoNucklao。’

  `Ihadsoonerlodgewiththee,Mahbub。’

  `Thoudostnotknowthehonour。LurganSahibhimselfaskedforthee。

  Thouwiltgoupthehillandalongtheroadatop,andtherethoumustforgetforawhilethatthouhasteverseenorspokentome,MahbubAli,whosellshorsestoCreightonSahib,whomthoudostnotknow。Rememberthisorder。’

  Kimnodded。`Good,’saidhe,`andwhoisLurganSahib?Nay’-hecaughtMahbub’ssword-keenglance-`indeedIhaveneverheardhisname。Ishebychance’-heloweredhisvoice-`oneofus?’

  `Whattalkisthisofus,Sahib?’MahbubAlireturned,inthetoneheusedtowardsEuropeans。`IamaPathan;thouartaSahibandthesonofaSahib。LurganSahibhasashopamongtheEuropeanshops。AllSimlaknowsit。Askthere……and,FriendofalltheWorld,heisonetobeobeyedtothelastwinkofhiseyelashes。Mensayhedoesmagic,butthatshouldnottouchthee。Goupthehillandask。HerebeginstheGreatGame。’

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  S’doakswassonofYelththewise——

  ChiefoftheRavenclan。

  ItswoottheBearhadhimincareTomakehimamedicine-man。

  Hewasquickandquickertolearn——

  Boldandboldertodare:

  HedancedthedreadKlo-KwallieDanceTotickleItswoottheBear!

  OregonLegendKimflunghimselfwhole-heartedlyuponthenextturnofthewheel。HewouldbeaSahibagainforawhile。Inthatidea,sosoonashehadreachedthebroadroadunderSimlaTownHall,hecastaboutforonetoimpress。AHinduchild,sometenyearsold,squattedunderalamp-post。

  `WhereisMrLurgan’shouse?’demandedKim。

  `IdonotunderstandEnglish,’wastheanswer,andKimshiftedhisspeechaccordingly。

  `Iwillshow。’

  Togethertheysetoffthroughthemysteriousdusk,fullofthenoisesofacitybelowthehillside,andthebreathofacoolwindindeodar-crownedJakko,shoulderingthestars。Thehouse-lights,scatteredoneverylevel,made,asitwere,adoublefirmament。Somewerefixed,othersbelongedtothe’rickshawsofthecareless,open-spokenEnglishfolk,goingouttodinner。

  `Itishere,’saidKim’sguide,andhaltedinaverandaflushwiththemainroad。Nodoorstayedthem,butacurtainofbeadedreedsthatsplitupthelamplightbeyond。

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