'O Buktanoos!'-- like most of her kind, she swore by the Djinns--'O Buktanoos! He is very good to look upon.' 'That is part of the selling of the horse,' Mahbub explained to Kim, who laughed.
'I have heard that talk since my Sixth Day,' he replied, squatting by the light.

'Whither does it lead ?' 'To protection.

Tonight we change thy colour.

This sleeping under roofs has blanched thee like an almond.

But Huneefa has the secret of a colour that catches.