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Updated: May 11, 2025
Viscount Kim was senior peer, head of the Confucian College, and had ever been a friend of Japan. As far back as 1866, he had run the risk of death by urging the King to open the country to outside nations and to conclude a treaty with Japan. The Japanese had made him one of their new Korean peerage. He was now eighty-five, feeble and bedridden.
I ask you, because I'm fairly at my wits' end. 'He says he will give me three hundred rupees a year? So he will give me them. 'Oh, that's the way you look at it, is it? 'Of course. If he says so! The priest whistled; then he addressed Kim as an equal. 'I don't believe it; but we'll see.
Kim glanced sideways at his companion, whose eye had a way of compelling truth. 'I I think he will want me when I come from the school, but' confidentially, as Lurgan Sahib nodded approval 'I do not understand how he can wear many dresses and talk many tongues. 'Thou wilt understand many things later. He is a writer of tales for a certain Colonel.
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.
Next instant he was rolling over and over downhill with Kim at his throat. The blow had waked every unknown Irish devil in the boy's blood, and the sudden fall of his enemy did the rest. The lama dropped to his knees, half-stunned; the coolies under their loads fled up the hill as fast as plainsmen run aross the level.
'The Hajji has of his favour given me service, said Kim testily. 'If this be doubted, wait till he comes in the morning. Meantime, a place by the fire. Followed the usual aimless babble that every low-caste native must raise on every occasion. It died down, and Kim lay out behind the little knot of Mahbub's followers, almost under the wheels of a horse-truck, a borrowed blanket for covering.
'We go from these unblessed fields. 'Ah, said Kim, sucking in his breath. 'If the next crops fail, thou canst only blame thine own tongue. The man shuffled uneasily in his slippers. 'The land is full of beggars, he began, half apologetically. 'And by what sign didst thou know that we would beg from thee, O Mali? said Kim tartly, using the name that a market-gardener least likes.
'Nay, I have not. Read the letter, if there be a doubt. 'Then why hast thou left out my name in writing to that Holy One? The Colonel smiled a queer smile. Kim took his courage in both hands. 'It was said once to me that it is inexpedient to write the names of strangers concerned in any matter, because by the naming of names many good plans are brought to confusion.
Then the sergeant rolled off to a position upon the bloody floor. He turned himself with a last effort until he could look at the wounded who were able to look at him. "Kim up, the Kickers," he said thickly. His arms weakened and he dropped on his face. After an interval a young subaltern of the enemy's infantry, followed by his eager men, burst into this reeking interior.
And there are ten days more ere thou canst return to Lucknao where they teach nothing at the long price. We shall, I think, be friends. They were a most mad ten days, but Kim enjoyed himself too much to reflect on their craziness. In the morning they played the Jewel Game sometimes with veritable stones, sometimes with piles of swords and daggers, sometimes with photo-graphs of natives.
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