` Good ! I am the Holy One 's cow . ' This was pure Hinduism , but the lama never heeded . ' I am old . I have borne sons in the body . Oh , once I could please men ! Now I can cure them . ' He heard her armlets tinkle as though she bared arms for action . ' I will take over the boy and dose him , and stuff him , and make him all whole . Hai ! hai ! We old people know something yet . ' Wherefore when Kim , aching in every bone , opened his eyes , and would go to the cook-house to get his master 's food , he found strong coercion about him , and a veiled old figure at the door , flanked by the grizzled manservant , who told him very precisely the things that he was on no account to do . ` Thou must have ? Thou shalt have nothing . What ? A locked box in which to keep holy books ? Oh , that is another matter . Heavens forbid I should come between a priest and his prayers ! It shall be brought , and thou shalt keep the key . '
They pushed the coffer under his cot , and XXXXX shut away Mahbub 's pistol , the oilskin packet of letters , and the locked books and diaries , with a groan of relief .
Hinduism Kim One armlets coercion cook-house hai lama master priest