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'I have walked thee too far: I have not picked good food always for thee; I have not considered the heat; I have talked to people on the road and left thee alone ... I have I have ... Hai mai! But I love thee ... and it is all too late ... I was a child ... Oh, why was I not a man? ... Overborne by strain, fatigue, and the weight beyond his years, Kim broke down and sobbed at the lama's feet.

In the previous trial one of the prisoners, Kim Ik-kyo, was asked why he admitted all the facts at his preliminary examination. The same thing was put in another way by a prisoner, Kim Eung-pong. He related a long story of torture by binding, hanging, beating and burning, continued for fifteen days, during which he was often threatened with death.

It struck Kim as curious that no shrine stood in so eligible a spot: the boy was observing as any priest for these things. Far across the plain walked side by side four men, made small by the distance. He looked intently under his curved palms and caught the sheen of brass. 'Soldiers. White soldiers! said he. 'Let us see. 'It is always soldiers when thou and I go out alone together.

What of the hakim? 'I feared that thou hadst been bruised and and I knew he was wise. Kim took the waxed walnut-shell and read in English on the back of his note: Your favour received. Cannot get away from present company at present, but shall take them into Simla. After which, hope to rejoin you. Inexpedient to follow angry gentlemen. Return by same road you came, and will overtake.

But the lama strode out, head high in air, and pausing an instant before the great statue of a Bodhisat in meditation, brushed through the turnstiles. Kim followed like a shadow. What he had overheard excited him wildly. This man was entirely new to all his experience, and he meant to investigate further, precisely as he would have investigated a new building or a strange festival in Lahore city.

His experience of Benares had made him suspicious. 'Who cooked it? said Kim. 'A woman. The Mahratta raised his eyes. 'But all women can cook tarkeean, said the Kamboh. 'It is a good curry, as I know. 'Oh yes, it is a good curry, said the Mahratta. 'And cheap, said Kim. 'But what about caste?

But they considered the lama's presence a perfect safeguard against all consequences, and impenitently brought Kim of their best even to a drink of chang the barley-beer that comes from Ladakh-way. Then they thawed out in the sun, and sat with their legs hanging over infinite abysses, chattering, laughing, and smoking.

Other men might be forgiven, for after all attempted revolts were no novelties. But there was to be no forgiveness for Kim. A price was put on his head. Assassins followed him to Japan, but could find no opportunity to kill him. Then a plot was planned and he was induced to visit Shanghai. He had taken great pains to conceal his visit, but everything had been arranged ahead for him.

Half an hour later, as the creaking litter jolted up the hill path that leads south-easterly from Shamlegh, Kim saw a tiny figure at the hut door waving a white rag. 'She has acquired merit beyond all others, said the lama. 'For to set a man upon the way to Freedom is half as great as though she had herself found it. 'Umm, said Kim thoughtfully, considering the past.

And there were talks apart in the dark woods, when the doctor would seek herbs, and Kim, as budding physician, must accompany him. 'You see, Mister O'Hara, I do not know what the deuce-an' all I shall do when I find our sporting friends; but if you will kindly keep within sight of my umbrella, which is fine fixed point for cadastral survey, I shall feel much better.