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Updated: May 12, 2025
Sam and one of the Sheikh's young men had been busy over a fire, and there was ready for the Hakim's repast one portion of the roasted kid, the other being handed over to the Sheikh's party.
Frank's toilet in those days was very simple, and within the time he was at the door of the Hakim's tent, to find him dressed and waiting to begin his morning meal, the professor coming from the tent directly after, ready to greet both and enjoy the excellent repast that was waiting, the Emir having kept up his attentions in that direction to the doctor who had saved his arm from mortification, and consequently himself from death.
"Would you mind going as a slave, Sam?" asked Frank "the Hakim's slave?" "Not a bit, sir, so long as Mr Hakim's going to be one of the party. Me mind being a slave? Not I. Ain't Mr Harry one pro tempenny? I'm willing, sir, willing for anything. I don't want no wages. I want to go." "And you shall go, Samuel," said the doctor firmly. "I'll talk the matter over with Mr Landon."
Bid them travel down the Khyber until we and they meet!" "But " "Please yourselves, sahibs!" The hakim's air was one of supremest indifference. "As for me, I leave no women behind me in the mountains. I am content." They murmured a while, but they gave the orders to their women, and King watched the women nod.
The lama, under cover of the monologue, had faded out into the darkness towards the room prepared. 'Thou hast angered him, belike, said Kim. 'Not he. He is wearied, and I forgot, being a grandmother. Then, too, he can judge of the new hakim's drugs. 'Who is the hakim, Maharanee? 'A wanderer, as thou art, but a most sober Bengali from Dacca a master of medicine.
The Hakim's party was too weary with the nervous excitement and hard labour of the past day to talk much, finding it pleasanter to sit or recline and listen to the various sounds that reached their ears from the Baggara camp or far out in the desert, till after being absent for some little time the Sheikh came softly up to the tent and waited to be questioned.
The Hakim's movements were rapid now; he took the chief's swarthy hand in his, and his fingers were cool and soft to the burning skin he touched. Then raising his right he laid it upon the biceps, to find all tensely swollen and fevered.
But no one stirred save Frank, who calmly held the glowing piece of fuel to the Hakim's pipe, while the latter sat unmoved, calm, and grand of aspect, slowly inhaling and exhaling the fragrant smoke and gazing at the warlike crowd which surrounded his little tent.
He thinks if I persuade many to apply for pardon then the sirkar may forgive me for service rendered." The Pathan's smirk grew to a grin. He liked grandly to have the notion fathered on himself; and his complacency of course was suggestive of the hakim's trustworthiness. But the East is ever cautious. "Some say thou art a very great liar," remarked a man with half a nose. "Nay," answered King.
For the messenger, who came looking wild and excited, his flowing white garment covered with blood and dust, was the Hakim's last patient the Emir's son.
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