For the rest -- Kim giggled here as he cleaned his teeth -- his hostess would rather heighten the enjoyment of the road . He inspected her bullocks critically , as they came up grunting and blowing under the yokes . If they went too fast -- it was not likely -- there would be a pleasant seat for himself along the pole ; the lama would sit beside the driver . The escort , of course , would walk . The old lady , equally of course , would talk a great deal , and by what he had heard that conversation would not lack salt . She was already ordering , haranguing , rebuking , and , it must be said , cursing her servants for delays . ` Get her her pipe . In the name of the Gods , get her her pipe and stop her ill-omened mouth , ' cried an Oorya , tying up his shapeless bundles of bedding . ` She and the parrots are alike . They screech in the dawn . ' ` The lead-bullocks ! Hai ! Look to the lead-bullocks ! ' They were backing and wheeling as a grain-cart 's axle caught them by the horns . ` Son of an owl , where dost thou go ? ' This to the grinning carter . ` Ai ! Yai ! Yai ! That within there is the Queen of Delhi going to pray for a son , ' the man called back over his high load .
` Room for the Queen of XXXXX and her Prime Minister the grey monkey climbing up his own sword ! '
Delhi Hai Kim Oorya Yai bullocks grain-cart lama lead-bullocks yokes