` Do not be afraid , ' said Lurgan Sahib suddenly . ` Why should I fear ? ' ` Thou wilt sleep here tonight , and stay with me till it is time to go again to Nucklao . It is an order . ' ` It is an order , ' Kim repeated . ` But where shall I sleep ? ' ` Here , in this room . ' Lurgan Sahib waved his hand towards the darkness behind him . ` So be it , ' said Kim composedly . ` Now ? ' He nodded and held the lamp above his head . As the light swept them , there leaped out from the walls a collection of Tibetan devil-dance masks , hanging above the fiend-embroidered draperies of those ghastly functions -- horned masks , scowling masks , and masks of idiotic terror . In a corner , a Japanese warrior , mailed and plumed , menaced him with a halberd , and a score of lances and khandas and kuttars gave back the unsteady gleam . But what interested Kim more than all these things -- he had seen devil-dance masks at the Lahore Museum -- was a glimpse of the soft-eyed Hindu child who had left him in the doorway , sitting cross-legged under the table of pearls with a little smile on his scarlet lips . ' I think that Lurgan Sahib wishes to make me afraid . And I am sure that that devil 's brat below the table wishes to see me afraid . ` This place , ' he said aloud , ` is like a Wonder House . Where is my bed ? ' Lurgan Sahib pointed to a native quilt in a corner by the loathsome masks , picked up the lamp , and left the room black . ` Was that Lurgan Sahib ? '
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Hindu Japanese Kim Museum Sahib Tibetan brat khandas kuttars quilt