I will come tomorrow with the child; and the blessing of the Gods of the Homesteads--who are good little Gods--be on you both ...

Now, son, we grow strong again.

Do not spit it out, little Princeling! King of my Heart, do not spit it out, and we shall be strong men, wrestlers and club-wielders, by morning.' He moved away, crooning and mumbling.

The lama turned to Kim, and all the loving old soul of him looked out through his narrow eyes.
'To heal the sick is to acquire merit; but first one gets knowledge.
That was wisely done, O Friend of all the World.' 'I was made wise by thee, Holy One,' said Kim, forgetting the little play just ended; forgetting St Xavier's; forgetting his white blood; forgetting even the Great Game as he stooped, Mohammedan-fashion, to touch his master's feet in the dust of the Jain temple.

'My teaching I owe to thee.