Kim Page #6

Kim and the lama journeyed on,

and there were long, dusty days...

on the Grand Trunk Road.

But Kim, inspired by his new faith...

found joy in serving his holy man.

Willingly, he followed the lama

in his search for the sacred river...

proudly assuming the role of disciple...

begging a place for them

by some campfire at night...

pleading, conniving, and cajoling

for their food by day.

O protector of the poor,

give food for a holy man.

Stand farther off, beggar!

Since when does a hillman

own all Hindustan?

Begone, thou filth of the earth. Thou

infected descendant of unspeakable slime!

Thy father rooted for offal in the alleys

while thy mother begged in the streets.

Where I come from,

they call that the beginning of love talk.

Fill the beggar's belly!

Look, Holy One.

What are they doing?

See, it is a green flag, and the bull is red.

A red bull in a green field!

This touches thy search.

See, Holy One? It is as written.

Not only the red bull on the green field...

but the 900 devils

and the colonel on the big, white horse.

This is sorcery.

- Are you there, Ainsley?

- Come in, Father.

That is a sahib priest.

Go, talk to him of thy search.

Perhaps he might also have heard

of my river.

Gotcha!

Stop that, you little heathen!

- What goes on here?

- I caught him sneaking around the tents.

Let's take a look at him.

Come on, up you get.

In you go.

Boys who steal are punished.

I suppose you know that.

I am no thief.

Give it to me! That is my charm!

Do not thieve it from me!

- Better take a look at it, Father.

- Give it back to me and let me go!

Powers of darkness.

The honorable discharge

of Colonel Sergeant Kimball O'Hara...

and the birth certificate of his son.

Why, Ainsley, I married them myself,

O'Hara and Annie Scott.

- Where did you get these, boy?

- They are mine.

Will you listen to this, now?

Scrolled in O'Hara's hand.

"Take care of the boy.

"Please take care of the boy. O'Hara. "

- Where did you steal these from?

- I do not steal. They are mine.

You see, Ainsley?

He's white, white as you and me.

- What's your name?

- Kim.

Or, Kimball, like your father.

- I say Kim. Now let me go.

- No one's going to hurt you.

Now, sit down

and tell me all about yourself.

What happened to your father

after he left the regiment?

He is dead in Lahore city,

since I was very little.

- And your mother?

- She died when I was born.

What are you doing in those clothes?

They send white boys to school.

What brings you

on the Grand Trunk Road?

At present, I am the disciple of a holy man.

- What?

- I follow in the footsteps of the Lord.

That's more than

I was able to teach the father.

I do not lie.

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