`` If it be THOU , what name did I give thee ? Say ! '' She had half shut the door , and her hand was clutching at her breast . `` Nathoo ! Ohe , Nathoo ! '' said Mowgli , for , as you remember , that was the name Messua gave him when he first came to the Man-Pack . `` Come , my son , '' she called , and Mowgli stepped into the light , and looked full at Messua , the woman who had been good to him , and whose life he had saved from the Man-Pack so long before . She was older , and her hair was gray , but her eyes and her voice had not changed . Woman-like , she expected to find Mowgli where she had left him , and her eyes travelled upward in a puzzled way from his chest to his head , that touched the top of the door . `` My son , '' she stammered ; and then , sinking to his feet : `` But it is no longer my son . It is a Godling of the Woods ! Ahai ! '' As he stood in the red light of the oil-lamp , strong , tall , and beautiful , his long black hair sweeping over his shoulders , the knife swinging at his neck , and his head crowned with a wreath of white jasmine , he might easily have been mistaken for some wild god of a jungle legend . The child half asleep on a cot sprang up and shrieked aloud with terror . Messua turned to soothe him , while Mowgli stood still , looking in at the water-jars and the cooking-pots , the grain-bin , and all the other human belongings that he found himself remembering so well . `` What wilt thou eat or drink ? '' Messua murmured . `` This is all thine . We owe our lives to thee . But art thou him I called Nathoo , or a Godling , indeed ? ''
`` I am Nathoo , '' said XXXXX , `` I am very far from my own place .
Ahai Godling Messua Mowgli Nathoo Ohe first grain-bin jasmine left