'Perhaps half a koss.' Three-quarters of a mile, and it was a weary march.
'Half a koss. Ha! I went ten thousand thousand in the spirit. How we are all lapped and swathed and swaddled in these senseless things.' He looked at his thin blue- veined hand that found the beads so heavy. 'Chela, hast thou never a wish to leave me?'
Kim thought of the oilskin packet and the books in the foodbag. If some one duly authorized would only take delivery of them the Great Game might play itself for aught he then cared. He was tired and hot in his head, and a cough that came from the stomach worried him.
'No,' he said almost sternly. I am not a dog or a snake to bite when I have learned to love.'
'Thou art too tender for me.'
'Not that either. I have moved in one matter without consulting thee. I have sent a message to the Kulu woman by that woman who gave us the goat's milk this morn, saying that thou wast a little feeble and would need a litter. I beat myself in my mind that I did not do it when we entered the Doon. We stay in this place till the litter returns.'
'I am content. She is a woman with a heart of gold, as thou sayest, but a talker—something of a talker.'
'She will not weary thee. I have looked to that also. Holy One, my heart is very heavy for my many carelessnesses toward thee.' A catch rose in his throat. 'I have walked thee too far; I have not picked good food always for thee; I have not considered the heat; I have talked to people on the road and left thee alone. . . . I have I have . . . Hai mai! But I love thee . . and it is all too late . . . I was a child. . . . Oh why was I not a man? . . .' Overcome by strain, fatigue, and the
