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"Then she put on her body the one garment of hindu-widowhood, unadorned; but without marriage. She said, 'I will mourn for the children that have not been that are not that cannot be. The women heard the voice of her mourning; and they forgot her too-great beauty, to serve her too-great pain when it was late. "They gave her the little Koob Soonder, to mother.
"I don't know," he said dubiously, "if I'm not mistaken, I've heard some sinful language at night." As they got further in, two names attracted their attention spoken together like one word Dhoop Kichari-lal and Koob Soonder. Of course Koob Soonder Utterly Beautiful they first thought could mean none other than the Bombay nautch-girl whom they sought yet later they were to learn the truth.
He smiles amusedly at this suggestion, and shaking his head vigorously, he says, "Kandahar neis; Afghanistan's bad; khylie bad;" and he furthermore explains that I would be sure to get killed. "Kliylie koob; I don't want any sowar, I will go alone; if I get killed, then nobody will be blamable but myself."
Inshalla saba, gitti koob rah Beerjandi, khylie koob lomasha-kh-y-l-ie koob tomasha saba," is the burden of this harangue; but eloquent though it be in its simplicity, it fails to accomplish the desired end. Their reply to it all takes the form of howls of disapproval, and the importunities to ride become more clamorous than ever.
He looks the veriest cutthroat, and, curious to penetrate the secret of his intentions, and perchance secure something interesting for my note-book, I at length make pretence of acceding to his wishes. Bystanders at once interfere to prevent him enticing me away, and when he angrily remonstrates he is hustled unceremoniously out into the street. "He is a bad man," they say; "neis koob adam."
It was as if a great multitude sang a great lullaby together. "Boy, boy! This is a hard knock at our civilisation!" Cadman was not aware that he had spoken. Skag shook his head. "God! how I love it!" burst from him; and he had no shame of that love. Little Koob Soonder's body in heavy silks of gleaming blue was laid on a bamboo pyre.
At that moment they heard a voice like golden 'cellos and golden clarions and golden viols calling "Koob Soon-n-der, Koob Soon-n-der!" and the boy came past, running hard. "Soon!" he shouted. But Skag was at his heels and Cadman followed close, the short firing-piece in his hands. The paths were narrow, the bamboo dense; the boy leaped into a curve and was lost.
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