A servant to set you forth upon your journey?
No ...

Then I will at least cook ye good food.' 'What a woman is the Sahiba!' said the white-bearded Oorya, when a tumult rose by the kitchen quarters.

'She has never forgotten a friend: she has never forgotten an enemy in all her years.

And her cookery--wah!' He rubbed his slim stomach.
There were cakes, there were sweetmeats, there was cold fowl stewed to rags with rice and prunes--enough to burden Kim like a mule.
'I am old and useless,' she said.

'None now love me--and none respect--but there are few to compare with me when I call on the Gods and squat to my cooking-pots.