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第42章

Kim
  thelamawasbusyoverhisbeads;andKim,fumblingdoctor-fashionattheman’sneck,thoughtouthisplanbetweeninvocations。
  `Hastthouacharmtochangemyshape?ElseIamdead。Five-tenminutesalone,ifIhadnotbeensopressed,andImight-’
  `Ishecuredyet,miracle-worker?’saidtheKambohjealously。`Thouhastchantedlongenough。’
  `Nay。Thereisnocureforhishurts,asIsee,excepthesitforthreedaysinthehabitofabairagi。’Thisisacommonpenance,oftenimposedonafattraderbyhisspiritualteacher。
  `Onepriestalwaysgoesabouttomakeanotherpriest,’wastheretort。
  Likemostgrosslysuperstitiousfolk,theKambohcouldnotkeephistonguefromderidinghisChurch。
  `Willthysonbeapriest,then?Itistimehetookmoreofmyquinine。’
  `WeJatsareallbuffaloes,’saidtheKamboh,softeninganew。
  Kimrubbedafinger-tipofbitternessonthechild’strustinglittlelips。`Ihaveaskedfornothing,’hesaidsternlytothefather,`exceptfood。Dostthougrudgemethat?Igotohealanotherman。HaveIthyleave-Prince?’
  Upflewtheman’shugepawsinsupplication。`Nay-nay。Donotmockmethus。’
  `Itpleasesmetocurethissickone。Thoushaltacquiremeritbyaiding。
  Whatcolourashisthereinthypipe-bowl?White。Thatisauspicious。Wasthererawturmericamongthyfoodstuffs?’
  `I-I-’
  `Openthybundle!’
  Itwastheusualcollectionofsmalloddments:bitsofcloth,quackmedicines,cheapfairings,aclothfulofatta-greyish,rough-groundnativeflour-twistsofdown-countrytobacco,tawdrypipe-stems,andapacketofcurry-stuff;allwrappedinaquilt。Kimturneditoverwiththeairofawisewarlock,mutteringaMohammedaninvocation。
  `ThisiswisdomIlearnedfromtheSahibs,’hewhisperedtothelama;
  andhere,whenonethinksofhistrainingatLurgan’s,hespokenomorethanthetruth。`Thereisagreatevilinthisman’sfortune,asshownbytheStars,which-whichtroubleshim。ShallItakeitaway?’
  `FriendoftheStars,thouhastdonewellinallthings。Letitbeatthypleasure。Isitanotherhealing?’
  `Quick!Bequick!’gaspedtheMahratta。`Thetrainmaystop。’
  `Ahealingagainsttheshadowofdeath,’saidKim,mixingtheKamboh’sflourwiththemingledcharcoalandtobaccoashinthered-earthbowlofthepipe。E23,withoutaword,slippedoffhisturbanandshookdownhislongblackhair。
  `Thatismyfood-priest,’theJatgrowled。
  `Abuffalointhetemple!Hastthoudaredtolookeventhusmefar?’
  saidKim。`Imustdomysteriesbeforefools;buthaveacareforthineeyes。Isthereafilmbeforethemalready?Isavethebabe,andforreturnthou-oh,shameless!’Themanflinchedatthedirectgaze,forKimwaswhollyinearnest。`ShallIcursethee,orshallI-’Hepickeduptheouterclothofthebundleandthrewitoverthebowedhead。`Daresomuchastothinkawishtosee,and-and-evenIcannotsavethee。Sit!Bedumb!’
  `Iamblind-dumb。Forbeartocurse!Co-come,child;wewillplayagameofhiding。Donot,formysake,lookfromunderthecloth。’
  `Iseehope,’saidE23。`Whatisthyscheme?’
  `Thiscomesnext,’saidKim,pluckingthethinbody-shirt。E23hesitated,withallaNorth-Westman’sdislikeofbaringhisbody。
  `Whatiscastetoacutthroat?’saidKim,rendingittothewaist。
  `WemustmaketheeayellowSaddhuallover。Strip-stripswiftly,andshakethyhairoverthineeyeswhileIscattertheash。Now,acaste-markonthyforehead。’HedrewfromhisbosomthelittleSurveypaint-boxandacakeofcrimsonlake。
  `Artthouonlyabeginner?’saidE23,labouringliterallyforthedearlife,asheslidoutofhisbody-wrappingsandstoodclearintheloin-clothwhileKimsplashedinanoblecaste-markontheash-smearedbrow。
  `ButtwodaysenteredtotheGame,brother,’Kimreplied。`Smearmoreashonthebosom。’
  `Hastthoumetaphysicianofsickpearls?’Heswitchedouthislong,tight-rolledturban-clothand,withswiftesthands,rolleditoverandunderabouthisloinsintotheintricatedevicesofaSaddhu’scincture。
  `Hah!Dostthouknowhistouch,then?Hewasmyteacherforawhile。
  Wemustbarthylegs。Ashcureswounds。Smearitagain。’
  `Iwashisprideonce,butthouartalmostbetter。TheGodsarekindtous!Givemethat。’
  ItwasatinboxofopiumpillsamongtherubbishoftheJat’sbundle。
  E23gulpeddownahalfhandful。`Theyaregoodagainsthunger,fear,andchill。Andtheymaketheeyesredtoo,’heexplained。`NowIshallhavehearttoplaytheGame。WelackonlyaSaddhu’stongs。Whatoftheoldclothes?’
  Kimrolledthemsmall,andstuffedthemintotheslackfoldsofhistunic。Withayellow-ochrepaintcakehesmearedthelegsandthebreast,greatstreaksagainstthebackgroundofflour,ash,andturmeric。
  `Thebloodonthemisenoughtohangthee,brother。’
  `Maybe;butnoneedtothrowthemoutofthewindow……Itisfinished。’
  Hisvoicethrilledwithaboy’spuredelightintheGame。`Turnandlook,OJat!’
  `TheGodsprotectus,’saidthehoodedKamboh,emerginglikeabuffalofromthereeds。`But-whitherwenttheMahratta?Whathastthoudone?’
  KimhadbeentrainedbyLurganSahib;E23,byvirtueofhisbusiness,wasnobadactor。Inplaceofthetremulous,shrinkingtradertherelolledagainstthecorneranallbutnaked,ash-smeared,ochre-barred,dusty-hairedSaddhu,hisswolleneyes-opiumtakesquickeffectonanemptystomach-luminouswithinsolenceandbestiallust,hislegscrossedunderhim,Kim’sbrownrosaryroundhisneck,andascantyardofworn,floweredchintzonhisshoulders。Thechildburiedhisfaceinhisamazedfather’sarms。
  `Lookup,Princeling!Wetravelwithwarlocks,buttheywillnothurtthee。Oh,donotcry……Whatisthesenseofcuringachildonedayandkillinghimwithfrightthenext?’
  `Thechildwillbefortunateallhislife。Hehasseenagreathealing。
  WhenIwasachildImadeclaymenandhorses。’
  `Ihavemadethemtoo。Sí;rBaná;s,hecomesinthenightandmakesthemallaliveatthebackofourkitchen-midden,’pipedthechild。
  `Andsothouartnotfrightenedatanything。Eh,Prince?’
  `Iwasfrightenedbecausemyfatherwasfrightened。Ifelthisarmsshake。’
  `Oh,chicken-man!’saidKim,andeventheabashedJatlaughed。`Ihavedoneahealingonthispoortrader。Hemustforsakehisgainsandhisaccount-books,andsitbythewaysidethreenightstoovercomethemalignityofhisenemies。
  TheStarsareagainsthim。’
  `Thefewermoney-lendersthebetter,sayI;but,SaddhuornoSaddhu,heshouldpayformystuffonhisshoulders。’
  `So?Butthatisthychildonthyshoulder-givenovertotheburning-ghatnottwodaysago。Thereremainsonethingmore。Ididthischarminthypresencebecauseneedwasgreat。Ichangedhisshapeandhissoul。Nonetheless,if;byanychance,OmanfromJullundur,thourememberestwhatthouhastseen,eitheramongtheelderssittingunderthevillagetree,orinthineownhouse,orincompanyofthypriestwhenheblessesthycattle,amurrainwillcomeamongthebuffaloes,andafireinthythatch,andratsinthecorn-bins,andthecurseofourGodsuponthyfieldsthattheymaybebarrenbeforethyfeetandafterthyploughshare。’ThiswaspartofanoldcursepickedupfromafakirbytheTaksaliGateinthedaysofKim’sinnocence。Itlostnothingbyrepetition。
  `Cease,HolyOne!Inmercy,cease!’criedtheJat。`Donotcursethehousehold。Isawnothing!Iheardnothing!Iamthycow!’andhemadetograbatKim’sbarefootbeatingrhythmicallyonthecarriagefloor。
  `ButsincethouhastbeenpermittedtoaidmeinthematterofapinchofflourandalittleopiumandsuchtriflesasIhavehonouredbyusinginmyart,sowilltheGodsreturnablessing,’andhegaveitatlength,totheman’simmenserelief。ItwasonethathehadlearnedfromLurganSahib。
  Thelamastaredthroughhisspectaclesashehadnotstaredatthebusinessofdisguisement。
  `FriendoftheStars,’hesaidatlast,`thouhastacquiredgreatwisdom。
  Bewarethatitdonotgivebirthtopride。NomanhavingtheLawbeforehiseyesspeakshastilyofanymatterwhichhehasseenorencountered。’
  `No-no-no,indeed,’criedthefarmer,fearfullestthemastershouldbemindedtoimproveonthepupil。E23,withrelaxedmouth,gavehimselfuptotheopiumthatismeat,tobacco,andmedicinetothespentAsiatic。
  So,inasilenceofaweandgreatmiscomprehension,theyslidintoDelhiaboutlamp-lightingtime。