LITMIR.BIZ

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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 a many who have 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 any one 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,' came the broken answer.

      'And whether he will kill this other boy?'

      'Kubbee—kubbee nahin' (never—never. No!).

      '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 some one, and you saw some one 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 every one 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 in 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 open-eyed behind,' he challenged.

      Kim stamped with vexation when the lad made his boast good.

      'If it were men—or horses,' he said, 'I could do better. This playing with tweezers and knives and scissors is too little.'

      'Learn first—teach later,' said Lurgan Sahib. 'Is he thy master?'

      'Truly. But how is it done?'

      'By doing it many times over till it is done perfectly—for it is worth doing.'

      The Hindu boy, in highest feather, actually patted Kim on the back.

      'Do not despair,' he said. 'I myself will teach thee.'

      'And I will see that thou art well taught,'

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