His disreputable friend could further twitch his ears, almost like a goat, and Kim was disappointed that this new man could not imitate him.
'Do not be afraid,' said Lurgan Sahib suddenly.
'Why should I fear ?' 'Thou wilt sleep here tonight, and stay with me till it is time to go again to Nucklao.

It is an order.' 'It is an order,' Kim repeated.

'But where shall I sleep ?' 'Here, in this room.' Lurgan Sahib waved his hand towards the darkness behind him.
'So be it,' said Kim composedly.

'Now ?' He nodded and held the lamp above his head.

As the light swept them, there leaped out from the walls a collection of Tibetan devil-dance masks, hanging above the fiend-embroidered draperies of those ghastly functions--horned masks, scowling masks, and masks of idiotic terror.
In a corner, a Japanese warrior, mailed and plumed, menaced him with a halberd, and a score of lances and khandas and kuttars gave back the unsteady gleam.