`` Nay , thou must not mock thy brother , '' said Messua , catching him to her breast . `` When thou art one-half as fair we will marry thee to the youngest daughter of a king , and thou shalt ride great elephants . '' Mowgli could not understand one word in three of the talk here ; the warm milk was taking effect on him after his long run , so he curled up and in a minute was deep asleep , and Messua put the hair back from his eyes , threw a cloth over him , and was happy . Jungle-fashion , he slept out the rest of that night and all the next day ; for his instincts , which never wholly slept , warned him there was nothing to fear . He waked at last with a bound that shook the hut , for the cloth over his face made him dream of traps ; and there he stood , his hand on his knife , the sleep all heavy in his rolling eyes , ready for any fight . Messua laughed , and set the evening meal before him . There were only a few coarse cakes baked over the smoky fire , some rice , and a lump of sour preserved tamarinds -- just enough to go on with till he could get to his evening kill . The smell of the dew in the marshes made him hungry and restless . He wanted to finish his spring running , but the child insisted on sitting in his arms , and Messua would have it that his long , blue-black hair must be combed out . So she sang , as she combed , foolish little baby-songs , now calling Mowgli her son , and now begging him to give some of his jungle power to the child . The hut door was closed , but Mowgli heard a sound he knew well , and saw Messua 's jaw drop with horror as a great gray paw came under the bottom of the door , and Gray Brother outside whined a muffled and penitent whine of anxiety and fear . `` Out and wait ! Ye would not come when I called , '' said Mowgli in Jungle-talk , without turning his head , and the great gray paw disappeared . `` Do not -- do not bring thy -- thy servants with thee , '' said Messua . `` I -- we have always lived at peace with the Jungle . '' `` It is peace , '' said Mowgli , rising . `` Think of that night on the road to Khanhiwara . There were scores of such folk before thee and behind thee . But I see that even in springtime the Jungle People do not always forget . Mother , I go . ''
Messua drew aside humbly -- he was indeed a wood-god , she thought ; but as his hand was on the door the mother in her made her throw her arms round XXXXX 's neck again and again .
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