Your tiercel's too long at hack, Sire.

He's no eyass But a passage-hawk that footed ere we caught him, Dangerously free o' the air.

Faith! were he mine (As mine's the glove he binds to for his tirings) I'd fly him with a make-hawk.

He's in yarak Plumed to the very point--so manned, so weathered...
Give him the firmament God made him for, And what shall take the air of him?
Gow's Watch Lurgan Sahib did not use as direct speech, but his advice tallied with Mahbub's; and the upshot was good for Kim.

He knew better now than to leave Lucknow city in native garb, and if Mahbub were anywhere within reach of a letter, it was to Mahbub's camp he headed, and made his change under the Pathan's wary eye.