Kim had been trained by Lurgan Sahib ; E23 , by virtue of his business , was no bad actor . In place of the tremulous , shrinking trader there lolled against the corner an all but naked , ash-smeared , ochre-barred , dusty-haired Saddhu , his swollen eyes -- opium takes quick effect on an empty stomach -- luminous with insolence and bestial lust , his legs crossed under him , Kim 's brown rosary round his neck , and a scant yard of worn , flowered chintz on his shoulders . The child buried his face in his amazed father 's arms . ` Look up , Princeling ! We travel with warlocks , but they will not hurt thee . Oh , do not cry ... What is the sense of curing a child one day and killing him with fright the next ? ' ` The child will be fortunate all his life . He has seen a great healing . When I was a child I made clay men and horses . ' ' I have made them too . Sir Banas , he comes in the night and makes them all alive at the back of our kitchen-midden , ' piped the child . ` And so thou art not frightened at anything . Eh , Prince ? ' ' I was frightened because my father was frightened . I felt his arms shake . ' ` Oh , chicken-man ! ' said Kim , and even the abashed Jat laughed . ' I have done a healing on this poor trader . He must forsake his gains and his account-books , and sit by the wayside three nights to overcome the malignity of his enemies . The Stars are against him . '
` The fewer money-lenders the better , say I ; but , Saddhu or no XXXXX , he should pay for my stuff on his shoulders . '
Jat Saddhu Sahib chintz day kitchen-midden malignity night rosary warlocks