Kim

So far Kim had been thinking in Hindi, but a tremor came on him, and

with an effort like that of a swimmer before sharks, who hurls himself

half out of the water, his mind leaped up from a darkness that was

swallowing it and took refuge in--the multiplication-table in English!

'Look! It is coming into shape,' whispered Lurgan Sahib.

The jar had been smashed--yess, smashed--not the native word, he would

not think of that--but smashed--into fifty pieces, and twice three was

six, and thrice three was nine, and four times three was twelve. He

clung desperately to the repetition. The shadow-outline of the jar

cleared like a mist after rubbing eyes. There were the broken shards;

there was the spilt water drying in the sun, and through the cracks of

the veranda showed, all ribbed, the white house-wall below--and thrice

twelve was thirty-six!

'Look! Is it coming into shape?' asked Lurgan Sahib.

'But it is smashed--smashed,' he gasped--Lurgan Sahib had been

muttering softly for the last half-minute. Kim wrenched his head

aside. 'Look! Dekho! It is there as it was there.'

'It is there as it was there,' said Lurgan, watching Kim closely while

the boy rubbed his neck. 'But you are the first of many who has ever

seen it so.' He wiped his broad forehead.

'Was that more magic?' Kim asked suspiciously. The tingle had gone

from his veins; he felt unusually wide awake.

'No, that was not magic. It was only to see if there was--a flaw in a

jewel. Sometimes very fine jewels will fly all to pieces if a man

holds them in his hand, and knows the proper way. That is why one must

be careful before one sets them. Tell me, did you see the shape of the

pot?'

'For a little time. It began to grow like a flower from the ground.'

'And then what did you do? I mean, how did you think?'

'Oah! I knew it was broken, and so, I think, that was what I

thought--and it was broken.'

'Hm! Has anyone ever done that same sort of magic to you before?'

'If it was,' said Kim 'do you think I should let it again? I should

run away.'

'And now you are not afraid--eh?'

'Not now.'

Lurgan Sahib looked at him more closely than ever. 'I shall ask Mahbub

Ali--not now, but some day later,' he muttered. 'I am pleased with

you--yes; and I am pleased with you--no. You are the first that ever

saved himself. I wish I knew what it was that ... But you are right.

You should not tell that--not even to me.'

He turned into the dusky gloom of the shop, and sat down at the table,

rubbing his hands softly. A small, husky sob came from behind a pile

of carpets. It was the Hindu child obediently facing towards the wall.

His thin shoulders worked with grief.

'Ah! He is jealous, so jealous. I wonder if he will try to poison me

again in my breakfast, and make me cook it twice.

'Kubbee--kubbee nahin [Never--never. No!]', came the broken answer.

'And whether he will kill this other boy?'

'Kubbee--kubbee nahin.'

'What do you think he will do?' He turned suddenly on Kim.

'Oah! I do not know. Let him go, perhaps. Why did he want to poison

you?'

'Because he is so fond of me. Suppose you were fond of someone, and

you saw someone come, and the man you were fond of was more pleased

with him than he was with you, what would you do?'

Kim thought. Lurgan repeated the sentence slowly in the vernacular. 'I

should not poison that man,' said Kim reflectively, 'but I should beat

that boy--if that boy was fond of my man. But first, I would ask that

boy if it were true.'

'Ah! He thinks everyone must be fond of me.'

'Then I think he is a fool.'

'Hearest thou?' said Lurgan Sahib to the shaking shoulders. 'The

Sahib's son thinks thou art a little fool. Come out, and next time thy

heart is troubled, do not try white arsenic quite so openly. Surely the

Devil Dasim was lord of our table-cloth that day! It might have made

me ill, child, and then a stranger would have guarded the jewels.

Come!'

The child, heavy-eyed with much weeping, crept out from behind the bale

and flung himself passionately at Lurgan Sahib's feet, with an

extravagance of remorse that impressed even Kim.

'I will look into the ink-pools--I will faithfully guard the jewels!

Oh, my Father and my Mother, send him away!' He indicated Kim with a

backward jerk of his bare heel.

'Not yet--not yet. In a little while he will go away again. But now

he is at school--at a new madrissah--and thou shalt be his teacher.

Play the Play of the Jewels against him. I will keep tally.'

The child dried his tears at once, and dashed to the back of the shop,

whence he returned with a copper tray.

'Give me!' he said to Lurgan Sahib. 'Let them come from thy hand, for

he may say that I knew them before.'

'Gently--gently,' the man replied, and from a drawer under the table

dealt a half-handful of clattering trifles into the tray.

'Now,' said the child, waving an old newspaper. 'Look on them as long

as thou wilt, stranger. Count and, if need be, handle. One look is

enough for me.' He turned his back proudly.

'But what is the game?'

'When thou hast counted and handled and art sure that thou canst

remember them all, I cover them with this paper, and thou must tell

over the tally to Lurgan Sahib. I will write mine.'

'Oah!' The instinct of competition waked in his breast. He bent over

the tray. There were but fifteen stones on it. 'That is easy,' he

said after a minute. The child slipped the paper over the winking

jewels and scribbled in a native account-book.

'There are under that paper five blue stones--one big, one smaller, and

three small,' said Kim, all in haste. 'There are four green stones,

and one with a hole in it; there is one yellow stone that I can see

through, and one like a pipe-stem. There are two red stones,

and--and--I made the count fifteen, but two I have forgotten. No!

Give me time. One was of ivory, little and brownish; and--and--give me

time...'

'One--two'--Lurgan Sahib counted him out up to ten. Kim shook his head.

'Hear my count!' the child burst in, trilling with laughter. 'First,

are two flawed sapphires--one of two ruttees and one of four as I

should judge. The four-ruttee sapphire is chipped at the edge. There

is one Turkestan turquoise, plain with black veins, and there are two

inscribed--one with a Name of God in gilt, and the other being cracked

across, for it came out of an old ring, I cannot read. We have now all

five blue stones. Four flawed emeralds there are, but one is drilled

in two places, and one is a little carven-'

'Their weights?' said Lurgan Sahib impassively.

'Three--five--five--and four ruttees as I judge it. There is one piece

of old greenish pipe amber, and a cut topaz from Europe. There is one

ruby of Burma, of two ruttees, without a flaw, and there is a

balas-ruby, flawed, of two ruttees. There is a carved ivory from China

representing a rat sucking an egg; and there is last--ah ha!--a ball of

crystal as big as a bean set on a gold leaf.'

He clapped his hands at the close.

'He is thy master,' said Lurgan Sahib, smiling.

'Huh! He knew the names of the stones,' said Kim, flushing. 'Try

again! With common things such as he and I both know.'

They heaped the tray again with odds and ends gathered from the shop,

and even the kitchen, and every time the child won, till Kim marvelled.

'Bind my eyes--let me feel once with my fingers, and even then I will

leave thee opened-eyed behind,' he challenged.