It is not so rich as the old village , but we do not need much -- we two . '' `` Where is he the man that dug in the dirt when he was afraid on that night ? '' `` He is dead -- a year . '' `` And he ? '' Mowgli pointed to the child . `` My son that was born two Rains ago . If thou art a Godling , give him the Favour of the Jungle , that he may be safe among thy -- thy people , as we were safe on that night . '' She lifted up the child , who , forgetting his fright , reached out to play with the knife that hung on Mowgli 's chest , and Mowgli put the little fingers aside very carefully . `` And if thou art Nathoo whom the tiger carried away , '' Messua went on , choking , `` he is then thy younger brother . Give him an elder brother 's blessing . '' `` Hai-mai ! What do I know of the thing called a blessing ? I am neither a Godling nor his brother , and -- O mother , mother , my heart is heavy in me . '' He shivered as he set down the child . `` Like enough , '' said Messua , bustling among the cooking-pots . `` This comes of running about the marshes by night . Beyond question , the fever had soaked thee to the marrow . '' Mowgli smiled a little at the idea of anything in the Jungle hurting him . `` I will make a fire , and thou shalt drink warm milk . Put away the jasmine wreath : the smell is heavy in so small a place . ''
XXXXX sat down , muttering , with his face in his hands .
Godling Hai-mai Messua Mowgli Nathoo choking cooking-pots fire night year