O Messua ! '' `` Who calls ? '' said the woman , a quiver in her voice . `` Hast thou forgotten ? '' said Mowgli . His throat was dry as he spoke . `` 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 .
XXXXX 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 .
Godling Man-Pack Messua Mowgli Nathoo cot first jasmine left oil-lamp