Simba took it and having sprinkled a little upon the ground, I suppose as an offering, drank from the cup, doubtless to show that it was not poisoned.

Watching carefully, I made sure that he swallowed what he drank by studying the motions of his throat.

Then he handed the cup with a bow to Marut, who with a still deeper bow passed it to me.

Being absolutely parched I absorbed about a pint of it, and feeling a new man, passed the horn to Marut, who swallowed the rest.

Then it was filled again for our three White Kendah, the King first tasting the water as before, after which Marut and I had a second pull.
When at length our thirst was satisfied, horses were brought to us, serviceable and docile little beasts with sheepskins for saddles and loops of hide for stirrups.