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Updated: May 7, 2025
And every child had flaming red hair. A raw cow's-tail lay on the floor, and by its side two pieces of black velvet my black velvet rudely hacked into the semblance of masks. 'And what is this shame, Namgay Doola? said I. He grinned more winningly than ever. 'There is no shame, said he. 'I did but cut off the tail of that man's cow. He betrayed me. I was minded to shoot him, Sahib.
It could do no more, for when it advanced pieces of sharp shale flew from the windows. To these were added from time to time showers of scalding water. We saw red heads bobbing up and down in the hut. The family of Namgay Doola were aiding their sire, and blood-curdling yells of defiance were the only answers to our prayers. 'Never, said the King, puffing, 'has such a thing befallen my State.
I made an attempt that very evening, but for the life of me I could not keep my countenance. Namgay Doola grinned persuasively, and began to tell me about a big brown bear in a poppy-field by the river. Would I care to shoot it? I spoke austerely on the sin of conspiracy, and the certainty of punishment. Namgay Doola's face clouded for a moment.
Namgay Doola! and a large red-haired villager hurried up, stripping off his clothes as he ran. 'That is he. That is the rebel, said the King. 'Now will the dam be cleared. 'But why has he red hair? I asked, since red hair among hill-folks is as common as blue or green. 'He is an outlander, said the King. 'Well done! Oh, well done!
When Garrofat ceased, Bright-Wits was about to give way to his wrath, but a look from Azalia checked him, and he said, "So be it. I accept this new task." "And the old penalty," chuckled Doola. "Yes, and the old penalty," cried Bright-Wits. "But look to it thyself, thou hungry hind, lest thou be nearer the whips than I."
The Thibetan woman, his wife, touched him on the arm gently. The long parley outside the fort had lasted far into the day. It was now close upon twilight the hour of the Angelus. Very solemnly, the red-headed brats rose from the floor and formed a semicircle. Namgay Doola laid his gun against the wall, lighted a little oil lamp, and set it before a recess in the wall.
The blood-instinct of the race held true. Namgay Doola drew the curtain across the recess. Angelus was over. 'Thus my father sang. There was much more, but I have forgotten, and I do not know the purport of these words, but it may be that the God will understand. I am not of this people, and I will not pay revenue. 'And why? Again that soul-compelling grin.
'Is there any priest in the Kingdom to whom he will listen? said I, for a light was beginning to break upon me. 'He worships his own God, said the Prime Minister. 'We can starve him out. 'Let the white man approach, said Namgay Doola from within. 'All others I will kill. Send me the white man. The door was thrown open and I entered the smoky interior of a Thibetan hut crammed with children.
The King and I and the Populace approached the hut cautiously. There was no hope of capturing the man without loss of life, for from a hole in the wall projected the muzzle of an extremely well-cared-for gun the only gun in the State that could shoot. Namgay Doola had narrowly missed a villager just before we came up. The Standing Army stood.
Hundreds of dressed deodar-logs had caught on a snag of rock, and the river was bringing down more logs every minute to complete the blockade. The water snarled and wrenched and worried at the timber, and the population of the state began prodding the nearest logs with a pole in the hope of starting a general movement. Then there went up a shout of 'Namgay Doola!
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