-LSB- magic -RSB- , ` said Kim , with a half start . He did not like the white , sightless eyes . Mahbub 's hand on his neck bowed him to the floor , nose within an inch of the boards . ` Be still . No harm comes to thee , my son . I am thy sacrifice ! ' He could not see what the woman was about , but heard the dish-clash of her jewellery for many minutes . A match lit up the darkness ; he caught the well-known purr and fizzle of grains of incense . Then the room filled with smoke -- heavy aromatic , and stupefying . Through growing drowse he heard the names of devils -- of Zulbazan , Son of Eblis , who lives in bazars and paraos , making all the sudden lewd wickedness of wayside halts ; of Dulhan , invisible about mosques , the dweller among the slippers of the faithful , who hinders folk from their prayers ; and Musboot , Lord of lies and panic . Huneefa , now whispering in his ear , now talking as from an immense distance , touched him with horrible soft fingers , but Mahbub 's grip never shifted from his neck till , relaxing with a sigh , the boy lost his senses . ` Allah ! How he fought ! We should never have done it but for the drugs . That was his white blood , I take it , ' said Mahbub testily . ` Go on with the dawut -LSB- invocation -RSB- . Give him full Protection . ' ' O Hearer ! Thou that hearest with ears , be present . Listen , O Hearer ! '
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