Kim - The Original Classic Edition. Kipling Rudyard

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СКАЧАТЬ of water; rousing village dogs and sleeping villages at noonday; the lama replying to the volleyed questions with an unswerving simplicity. They sought a River: a River of miraculous healing. Had any one knowledge of such a stream?

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       Sometimes men laughed, but more often heard the story out to the end and offered them a place in the shade, a drink of milk, and a meal. The women were always kind, and the little children as children are the world over, alternately shy and venturesome.

       Evening found them at rest under the village tree of a mud-walled, mud-roofed hamlet, talking to the headman as the cattle came in from the grazing-grounds and the women prepared the day's last meal. They had passed beyond the belt of market-gardens round hungry Umballa, and were among the mile-wide green of the staple crops.

       He was a white-bearded and affable elder, used to entertaining strangers. He dragged out a string bedstead for the lama, set warm cooked food before him, prepared him a pipe, and, the evening ceremonies being finished in the village temple, sent for the village priest.

       Kim told the older children tales of the size and beauty of Lahore, of railway travel, and such-like city things, while the men talked, slowly as their cattle chew the cud.

       'I cannot fathom it,' said the headman at last to the priest. 'How readest thou this talk?' The lama, his tale told, was silently telling his

       beads.

       'He is a Seeker.' the priest answered. 'The land is full of such. Remember him who came only last, month--the fakir with the tortoise?'

       'Ay, but that man had right and reason, for Krishna Himself appeared in a vision promising him Paradise without the burning-pyre if he journeyed to Prayag. This man seeks no God who is within my knowledge.'

       'Peace, he is old: he comes from far off, and he is mad,' the smooth-shaven priest replied. 'Hear me.' He turned to the lama. 'Three koss [six miles] to the westward runs the great road to Calcutta.'

       'But I would go to Benares--to Benares.'

       'And to Benares also. It crosses all streams on this side of Hind. Now my word to thee, Holy One, is rest here till tomorrow. Then take the road' (it was the Grand Trunk Road he meant) 'and test each stream that it overpasses; for, as I understand, the virtue of thy River lies neither in one pool nor place, but throughout its length. Then, if thy Gods will, be assured that thou wilt come upon thy freedom.'

       'That is well said.' The lama was much impressed by the plan. 'We will begin tomorrow, and a blessing on thee for showing old feet such a near road.' A deep, singsong Chinese half-chant closed the sentence. Even the priest was impressed, and the headman feared an evil spell: but none could look at the lama's simple, eager face and doubt him long.

       'Seest thou my chela?' he said, diving into his snuff-gourd with an important sniff. It was his duty to repay courtesy with courtesy.

       'I see--and hear.' The headman rolled his eye where Kim was chatting to a girl in blue as she laid crackling thorns on a fire.

       'He also has a Search of his own. No river, but a Bull. Yea, a Red Bull on a green field will some day raise him to honour. He is, I

       think, not altogether of this world. He was sent of a sudden to aid me in this search, and his name is Friend of all the World.' The priest smiled. 'Ho, there, Friend of all the World,' he cried across the sharp-smelling smoke, 'what art thou?'

       'This Holy One's disciple,' said Kim.

       'He says thou are a but [a spirit].'

       'Can buts eat?' said Kim, with a twinkle. 'For I am hungry.'

       'It is no jest,' cried the lama. 'A certain astrologer of that city whose name I have forgotten--'

       'That is no more than the city of Umballa where we slept last night,' Kim whispered to the priest.

       'Ay, Umballa was it? He cast a horoscope and declared that my chela should find his desire within two days. But what said he of the meaning of the stars, Friend of all the World?'

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       Kim cleared his throat and looked around at the village greybeards.

       'The meaning of my Star is War,' he replied pompously.

       Somebody laughed at the little tattered figure strutting on the brickwork plinth under the great tree. Where a native would have lain down, Kim's white blood set him upon his feet.

       'Ay, War,' he answered.

       'That is a sure prophecy,' rumbled a deep voice. 'For there is always war along the Border--as I know.'

       It was an old, withered man, who had served the Government in the days of the Mutiny as a native officer in a newly raised cavalry regiment. The Government had given him a good holding in the village, and though the demands of his sons, now greybearded officers on their own account, had impoverished him, he was still a person of consequence. English officials--Deputy Commissioners even--turned aside from the main road to visit him, and on those occasions he dressed himself in the uniform of ancient days, and stood up like a ramrod.

       'But this shall be a great war--a war of eight thousand.' Kim's voice shrilled across the quick-gathering crowd, astonishing himself.

       'Redcoats or our own regiments?' the old man snapped, as though he were asking an equal. His tone made men respect Kim.

       'Redcoats,' said Kim at a venture. 'Redcoats and guns.'

       'But--but the astrologer said no word of this,' cried the lama, snuffing prodigiously in his excitement.

       'But I know. The word has come to me, who am this Holy One's disciple. There will rise a war--a war of eight thousand redcoats. From Pindi and Peshawur they will be drawn. This is sure.'

       'The boy has heard bazar-talk,' said the priest.

       'But he was always by my side,' said the lama. 'How should he know? I did not know.'

       'He will make a clever juggler when the old man is dead,' muttered the priest to the headman. 'What new trick is this?'

       'A sign. Give me a sign,' thundered the old soldier suddenly. 'If there were war my sons would have told me.'

       'When all is ready, thy sons, doubt not, will be told. But it is a long road from thy sons to the man in whose hands these things lie.' Kim warmed to the game, for it reminded him of experiences in the letter-carrying line, when, for the sake of a few pice, he pretended to know more than he knew. But now he was playing for larger things--the sheer excitement and the sense of power. He drew a new breath and went on.

       'Old man, give me a sign. Do underlings order the goings of eight thousand redcoats--with guns?'

       'No.' Still the old man answered as though Kim were an equal.

       'Dost thou know who He is, then, that gives the order?'

       'I have seen Him.'

       'To know again?'

       'I have known Him since he was a lieutenant in the topkhana (the Artillery).'

       'A tall man. A tall man with black hair, walking thus?' Kim took a few paces in a stiff, wooden style.

       'Ay. But that anyone may have seen.' The crowd were breathless--still through all СКАЧАТЬ