第31章 Chapter 5(4)

'A phenomenal little liar,'muttered Bennett.

'Powers of Darkness below,what a country!'murmured Father Victor.

'Go on,Kim.'

'I did not thieve.Besides,I am just now disciple of a very holy man.He is sitting outside.We saw two men come with flags,making the place ready.That is always so in a dream,or on account of a -a -prophecy.So I knew it was come true.I saw the Red Bull on the green field,and my father he said:'Nine hundred pukka devils and the Colonel riding on a horse will look after you when you find the Red Bull!'I did not know what to do when I saw the Bull,but I went away and I came again when it was dark.I wanted to see the Bull again,and I saw the Bull again with the -the Sahibs praying to it.I think the Bull shall help me.The holy man said so too.He is sitting outside.Will you hurt him,if I call him a shout now?He is very holy.He can witness to all the things I say,and he knows I am not a thief.'

''Sahibs praying to a bull!'What in the world do you make of that?'

said Bennett.''Disciple of a holy man!'Is the boy mad?'

'It's O'Hara's boy,sure enough.O'Hara's boy leagued with all the Powers of Darkness.It's very much what his father would have done -if he was drunk.We'd better invite the holy man.He may know something.'

'He does not know anything,'said Kim.'I will show you him if you come.

He is my master.Then afterwards we can go.'

'Powers of Darkness!'was all that Father Victor could say,as Bennett marched off,with a firm hand on Kim's shoulder.

They found the lama where he had dropped.

'The Search is at an end for me,'shouted Kim in the vernacular.'Ihave found the Bull,but God knows what comes next.They will not hurt you.Come to the fat priest's tent with this thin man and see the end.

It is all new,and they cannot talk Hindi.They are only uncurried donkeys.'

'Then it is not well to make a jest of their ignorance,'the lama returned.

'I am glad if thou art rejoiced,chela .'

Dignified and unsuspicious,he strode into the little tent,saluted the Churches as a Churchman,and sat down by the open charcoal brazier.

The yellow lining of the tent reflected in the lamplight made his face red-gold.

Bennett looked at him with the triple-ringed uninterest of the creed that lumps nine-tenths of the world under the title of heathen .

'And what was the end of the Search?What gift has the Red Bull brought?'

The lama addressed himself to Kim.

'He says,'What are you going to do?''Bennett was staring uneasily at Father Victor,and Kim,for his own ends,took upon himself the office of interpreter.

'I do not see what concern this fakir has with the boy,who is probably his dupe or his confederate,'Bennett began.'We cannot allow an English boy -Assuming that he is the son of a Mason,the sooner he goes to the Masonic Orphanage the better.'

'Ah!That's your opinion as Secretary to the Regimental Lodge,'said Father Victor;'but we might as well tell the old man what we are going to do.He doesn't look like a villain.'

'My experience is that one can never fathom the Oriental mind.Now,Kimball,I wish you to tell this man what I say -word for word.'

Kim gathered the import of the next few sentences and began thus:

'Holy One,the thin fool who looks like a camel says that I am the son of a Sahib.'

'But how?'

'Oh,it is true.I knew it since my birth,but he could only find it out by rending the amulet from my neck and reading all the papers.

He thinks that once a Sahib is always a Sahib,and between the two of them they purpose to keep me in this Regiment or to send me to a madrissah [a school].It has happened before.I have always avoided it.The fat fool is of one mind and the camel-like one of another.But that is no odds.

I may spend one night here and perhaps the next.It has happened before.

Then I will run away and return to thee.'

'But tell them that thou art my chela .Tell them how thou didst come to me when I was faint and bewildered.Tell them of our Search,and they will surely let thee go now.'

'I have already told them.They laugh,and they talk of the police.'

'What are you saying?'asked Mr Bennett.

'Oah.He only says that if you do not let me go it will stop him in his business -his ur-gent private af-fairs.'This last was a reminiscence of some talk with a Eurasian clerk in the Canal Department,but it only drew a smile,which nettled him.'And if you did know what his business was you would not be in such a beastly hurry to interfere.'

'What is it then?'said Father Victor,not without feeling,as he watched the lama's face.

'There is a River in this country which he wishes to find so verree much.It was put out by an Arrow which -'Kim tapped his foot impatiently as he translated in his own mind from the vernacular to his clumsy English.

'Oah,it was made by our Lord God Buddha,you know,and if you wash there you are washed away from all your sins and made as white as cotton-wool.'

(Kim had heard mission-talk in his time.)'I am his disciple,and we must find that River.It is so verree valuable to us.'

'Say that again,'said Bennett.Kim obeyed,with amplifications.

'But this is gross blasphemy!'cried the Church of England.

'Tck!Tck!'said Father Victor sympathetically.'I'd give a good deal to be able to talk the vernacular.A river that washes away sin!And how long have you two been looking for it?'

'Oh,many days.Now we wish to go away and look for it again.It is not here,you see.'

'I see,'said Father Victor gravely.'But he can't go on in that old man's company.It would be different,Kim,if you were not a soldier's son.Tell him that the Regiment will take care of you and make you as good a man as your -as good a man as can be.Tell him that if he believes in miracles he must believe that -'

'There is no need to play on his credulity,'Bennett interrupted.