Kim Page #3

If you travel as far as Umballa

with your holy man, I'll pay you well.

He who travels alone travels faster.

But not as safely.

I wish you to travel

as the holy man's chela.

What must I do?

I have a message for you to deliver.

What's the message?

I wish...

I know the ways of horses

and seek service in your caravan.

Go to my head man. Ask him.

Leave it open.

Closed doors invite inquisitive eyes.

Put up your hands as though begging.

Be charitable, O protector of the poor.

In Umballa, you'll seek out

Creighton sahib.

My mother is dead! My father is dead!

You'll say to him, "The pedigree

of the white stallion is fully established. "

Give alms to the poor, O maharajah.

Then he'll know you come from me

and he'll ask you for proof.

Win merit in the hereafter.

My stomach is empty.

You'll say, "The Red Beard

has given me the proof. "

- My mother is dead...

- Are you the only beggar in this city?

Your parents are dead! Your sister's dead!

Your dog's dead! So it is with all of you.

Here's bread.

Thank you, O protector of the poor.

To hear is to obey.

Chew it well.

I shall be trading horses

down the Grand Trunk Road.

Perhaps there will be more rupees for you,

little friend of all the world.

The moon is falling.

This is the hour of beauty.

She's younger than some and prettier

than many that you've sent me to.

The sky's the same color wherever you go.

To a small boy...

the Red Beard had entrusted

a big message...

upon which many lives depended.

Although Kim could not understand

the meaning...

of the five holes in the parchment...

it was for him the beginning

of the Great Game.

Come in. He's drunk beyond hearing.

He's a red-bearded goat.

You will pay me well for this.

There's nothing. I searched the soles

of his sandals and folds of his turban.

- They're as empty as his head.

- He could have sent it away by now.

I think he's no more than

a pleasure-hungry horse trader.

They did not say it was Mahbub Ali.

They said a horse trader.

The country's full of horse traders.

Take the goat with you.

No. Watch him well.

Hassan Bey is searching his belongings.

He may find that for which we look.

Wake, Holy One.

It is your chela.

My chela. Thou?

Thy mind changes.

I go with you.

It was so ordained.

- Be quick.

- What, why now?

The train departs at daybreak.

It was so ordained.

This is the work of the devil.

No. It is the work of the government.

Be not afraid.

When I was young,

I, too, was afraid of the train.

Come.

While Kim was carrying the message

to Colonel Creighton...

that gentleman, as head

of the British-Indian Secret Service...

was receiving disturbing reports

from his agents.

Reports that warned

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