thing that they have written: their pictures of the country, and many letters. Especially the murasla. Tell me what to do. I am at Shamlegh under the snow. The old man is sick.'
'Take this to him. It will altogether shut his mouth. He cannot have gone far.'
'Indeed no. They are still in the forest across the spur. Our children went to watch them when the light came, and have cried the news as they moved.'
Kim looked his astonishment; but from the edge of the sheep pasture floated a shrill, kite-like trill. A child tending cattle had picked it up from a brother or sister on the far side of the slope that commanded Chini valley.
'My husbands are also out there gathering wood.' She drew a handful of walnuts from her bosom, split one neatly, and began to eat. Kim affected blank ignorance.
'Dost thou not know the meaning of the walnut—priest? ' she said coyly, and handed him the half-shells.
'Well thought of.' He slipped the piece of paper between them quickly. 'Hast thou a little wax to close them on this?'
The woman sighed aloud, and Kim relented.
'There is no payment till service has been rendered. Carry this to the Babu, and say it was sent by the Son of the Charm.'
'Ai! Truly! Truly! By a magician—who is like a Sahib.'
'Nay. Son of the Charm: and ask if there be any answer.'
'But if he offer a rudeness? I—I am afraid.'
Kim laughed. 'He is, I make no doubt, very cold and very hungry. The hills make cold bed-fellows. Hai, my'—it was on the tip of his tongue to say Mother, but he turned it to Sister—'thou art a wise and witty woman. By this time all the villages know what has befallen the Sahibs—eh?'
