'The Babu is the very hakim (thou hast heard of him ?) who was wandering among the hills by Ziglaur.

I know him.' 'He will tell for the sake of a reward.

Sahibs cannot distinguish one hillman from another, but Babus have eyes for men--and women.' 'Carry a word to him from me.' 'There is nothing I would not do for thee.' He accepted the compliment calmly, as men must in lands where women make the love, tore a leaf from a note-book, and with a patent indelible pencil wrote in gross Shikast--the script that bad little boys use when they write dirt on walls: 'I have everything that they have written: their pictures of the country, and many letters.
Especially the murasla.

Tell me what to do.

I am at Shamlegh-under-the-Snow.