Let us now consider.

Fetch me a twig, little one.' He knitted his brows, scratched, smoothed out, and scratched again in the dust mysterious signs--to the wonder of all save the lama, who, with fine instinct, forbore to interfere.
At the end of half an hour, he tossed the twig from him with a grunt.
'Hm! Thus say the stars.

Within three days come the two men to make all things ready.

After them follows the Bull; but the sign over against him is the sign of War and armed men.' 'There was indeed a man of the Ludhiana Sikhs in the carriage from Lahore,' said the cultivator's wife hopefully.
'Tck! Armed men--many hundreds.

What concern hast thou with war ?' said the priest to Kim.