` Their Gods are many-armed and malignant . Let them alone . ' ' I would set thee on thy road for a little , Friend of all the World , thou and thy yellow man . ' The old soldier ambled up the village street , all shadowy in the dawn , on a punt , scissor-hocked pony . ` Last night broke up the fountains of remembrance in my so-dried heart , and it was as a blessing to me . Truly there is war abroad in the air . I smell it . See ! I have brought my sword . ' He sat long-legged on the little beast , with the big sword at his side -- hand dropped on the pommel -- staring fiercely over the flat lands towards the North . ` Tell me again how He showed in thy vision . Come up and sit behind me . The beast will carry two . ' ' I am this Holy One 's disciple , ' said Kim , as they cleared the village-gate . The villagers seemed almost sorry to be rid of them , but the priest 's farewell was cold and distant . He had wasted some opium on a man who carried no money . ` That is well spoken . I am not much used to holy men , but respect is always good . There is no respect in these days -- not even when a Commissioner Sahib comes to see me . But why should one whose Star leads him to war follow a holy man ? '
` But he is a holy man , ' said XXXXX earnestly .
Kim Sahib Star World days night pommel punt village-gate war