I do not love Sahibs, but thou wilt make us a charm in return for it.

We do not wish little Shamlegh to get a bad name on account of the--accident.

I am the Woman of Shamlegh.' She looked him over with bold, bright eyes, unlike the usual furtive glance of hillwomen.
'Assuredly.

But it must be done in secret.' She raised the heavy kilta like a toy and slung it into her own hut.
'Out and bar the door! Let none come near till it is finished,' said Kim.
'But afterwards--we may talk ?' Kim tilted the kilta on the floor--a cascade of Survey-instruments, books, diaries, letters, maps, and queerly scented native correspondence.

At the very bottom was an embroidered bag covering a sealed, gilded, and illuminated document such as one King sends to another.