But I would ask thy Holy One--stand aside, rogue--a charm against most lamentable windy colics that in mango-time overtake my daughter's eldest.

Two years back he gave me a powerful spell.' 'Oh, Holy One!' said Kim, bubbling with mirth at the lama's rueful face.
'It is true.

I gave her one against wind.' 'Teeth--teeth--teeth,' snapped the old woman.
"'Cure them if they are sick,"' Kim quoted relishingly, "'but by no means work charms.

Remember what befell the Mahratta."' 'That was two Rains ago; she wearied me with her continual importunity.' The lama groaned as the Unjust Judge had groaned before him.

'Thus it comes--take note, my chela--that even those who would follow the Way are thrust aside by idle women.