No treaties -- no papers -- no written documents at all -- and me to interpret for them . How I shall laugh with the Colonel ! I wish I had their papers also : but you can not occupy two places in space simultaneously . Thatt is axiomatic . ' Chapter 14 My brother kneels -LRB- so saith Kabir -RRB- To stone and brass in heathen wise , But in my brother 's voice I hear My own unanswered agonies . His God is as his Fates assign -- His prayer is all the world 's -- and mine . The Prayer . At moonrise the cautious coolies got under way . The lama , refreshed by his sleep and the spirit , needed no more than Kim 's shoulder to bear him along -- a silent , swift-striding man . They held the shale-sprinkled grass for an hour , swept round the shoulder of an immortal cliff , and climbed into a new country entirely blocked off from all sight of Chini valley . A huge pasture-ground ran up fan-shaped to the living snow . At its base was perhaps half an acre of flat land , on which stood a few soil and timber huts . Behind them -- for , hill-fashion , they were perched on the edge of all things -- the ground fell sheer two thousand feet to Shamlegh-midden , where never yet man has set foot . The men made no motion to divide the plunder till they had seen the lama bedded down in the best room of the place , with Kim shampooing his feet , Mohammedan-fashion . ` We will send food , ' said the Ao-chung man , ` and the red-topped kilta . By dawn there will be none to give evidence , one way or the other . If anything is not needed in the kilta -- see here ! ' He pointed through the window -- opening into space that was filled with moonlight reflected from the snow -- and threw out an empty whisky-bottle . ` No need to listen for the fall . This is the world 's end , ' he said , and went out .
The XXXXX looked forth , a hand on either sill , with eyes that shone like yellow opals .
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