第60章 Chapter 10(1)

Your tiercel's'too long at hack,Sire.He's no eyass But a passage-hawk that footed ere we caught him,Dangerously free o'the air.Faith!were he mine (As mine's the glove he binds to for his tirings)I'd fly him with a make-hawk.He's in yarak Plumed to the very point -so manned,so weathered...

Give him the firmament God made him for,And what shall take the air of him?

Cow's Watch Lurgan Sahib did not use as direct speech,but his advice tallied with Mahbub's;and the upshot was good for Kim.He knew better now than to leave Lucknow city in native garb,and if Mahbub were anywhere within reach of a letter,it was to Mahbub's camp he headed,and made his change under the Pathan's wary eye.Could the little Survey paint-box that he used for map-tinting in term-time have found a tongue to tell of holiday doings,he might have been expelled.Once Mahbub and he went together as far as the beautiful city of Bombay,with three truckloads of tram-horses,and Mahbub nearly melted when Kim proposed a sail in a dhow across the Indian Ocean to buy Gulf Arabs,which,he understood from a hanger-on of the dealer Abdul Rahman,fetched better prices than mere Kabulis.

He dipped his hand into the dish with that great trader when Mahbub and a few co-religionists were invited to a big Haj dinner.They came back by way of Karachi by sea,when Kim took his first experience of sea-sickness sitting on the fore-hatch of a coasting-steamer,well persuaded he had been poisoned.The Babu's famous drug-box proved useless,though Kim had restocked it at Bombay.Mahbub had business at Quetta,and there Kim,as Mahbub admitted,earned his keep,and perhaps a little over,by spending four curious days as scullion in the house of a fat Commissariat sergeant,from whose office-box,in an auspicious moment,he removed a little vellum ledger which he copied out -it seemed to deal entirely with cattle and camel sales -by moonlight,lying behind an outhouse,all through one hot night.Then he returned the ledger to its place,and,at Mahbub's word,left that service unpaid,rejoining him six miles down the road,the clean copy in his bosom.

'That soldier is a small fish,'Mahbub Ali explained,'but in time we shall catch the larger one.He only sells oxen at two prices -one for himself and one for the Government -which I do not think is a sin.'

'Why could not I take away the little book and be done with it?'

'Then he would have been frightened,and he would have told his master.

Then we should miss,perhaps,a great number of new rifles which seek their way up from Quetta to the North.The Game is so large that one sees but a little at a time.'

'Oho!'said Kim,and held his tongue.That was in the monsoon holidays,after he had taken the prize for mathematics.The Christmas holidays he spent -deducting ten days for private amusements -with Lurgan Sahib,where he sat for the most part in front of a roaring wood-fire -Jakko road was four feet deep in snow that year -and -the small Hindu had gone away to be married -helped Lurgan to thread pearls.He made Kim learn whole chapters of the Koran by heart,till he could deliver them with the very roll and cadence of a mullah.Moreover,he told Kim the names and properties of many native drugs,as well as the runes proper to recite when you administer them.And in the evenings he wrote charms on parchment -elaborate pentagrams crowned with the names of devils -Murra,and Awan the Companion of Kings -all fantastically written in the corners.More to the point,he advised Kim as to the care of his own body,the cure of fever-fits,and simple remedies of the Road.A week before it was time to go down,Colonel Creighton Sahib -this was unfair -sent Kim a written examination-paper that concerned itself solely with rods and chains and links and angles.

Next holidays he was out with Mahbub,and here,by the way,he nearly died of thirst,plodding through the sand on a camel to the mysterious city of Bikanir,where the wells are four hundred feet deep,and lined throughout with camel-bone.It was not an amusing trip from Kim's point of view,because -in defiance of the contract -the Colonel ordered him to make a map of that wild,walled city;and since Mohammedan horse-boys and pipe-tenders are not expected to drag Survey-chains round the capital of an independent Native State,Kim was forced to pace all his distances by means of a bead rosary.He used the compass for bearings as occasion served -after dark chiefly,when the camels had been fed -and by the help of his little Survey paint-box of six colour-cakes and three brushes,he achieved something not remotely unlike the city of Jeysulmir.Mahbub laughed a great deal,and advised him to make up a written report as well;and in the back of the big account-book that lay under the flap of Mahbub's pet saddle Kim fell to work.

'It must hold everything that thou hast seen or touched or considered.

Write as though the Jung-i-Lat Sahib himself had come by stealth with a vast army outsetting to war.'

'How great an army?'

'Oh,half a lakh of men.'

'Folly!Remember how few and bad were the wells in the sand.Not a thousand thirsty men could come near by here.'

'Then write that down -also all the old breaches in the walls and whence the firewood is cut -and what is the temper and disposition of the King.

I stay here till all my horses are sold.I will hire a room by the gateway,and thou shalt be my accountant.There is a good lock to the door.'

The report in its unmistakable St Xavier's running ,and the brown,yellow,and lake-daubed map,was on hand a few years ago (a careless clerk filed it with the rough notes of E23's second Seistan survey),but by now the pencil characters must be almost illegible.Kim translated it,sweating under the light of an oil-lamp,to Mahbub,the second day of their return-journey.

The Pathan rose and stooped over his dappled saddle-bags.

'I knew it would be worthy a dress of honour,and so I made one ready,'