If thou art a Godling , give him the Favour of the Jungle , that he may be safe among thy -- thy people , as we were safe on that night . '' She lifted up the child , who , forgetting his fright , reached out to play with the knife that hung on Mowgli 's chest , and Mowgli put the little fingers aside very carefully . `` And if thou art Nathoo whom the tiger carried away , '' Messua went on , choking , `` he is then thy younger brother . Give him an elder brother 's blessing . '' `` Hai-mai ! What do I know of the thing called a blessing ? I am neither a Godling nor his brother , and -- O mother , mother , my heart is heavy in me . '' He shivered as he set down the child . `` Like enough , '' said Messua , bustling among the cooking-pots . `` This comes of running about the marshes by night . Beyond question , the fever had soaked thee to the marrow . '' Mowgli smiled a little at the idea of anything in the Jungle hurting him . `` I will make a fire , and thou shalt drink warm milk . Put away the jasmine wreath : the smell is heavy in so small a place . '' Mowgli sat down , muttering , with his face in his hands . All manner of strange feelings that he had never felt before were running over him , exactly as though he had been poisoned , and he felt dizzy and a little sick . He drank the warm milk in long gulps , Messua patting him on the shoulder from time to time , not quite sure whether he were her son Nathoo of the long ago days , or some wonderful Jungle being , but glad to feel that he was at least flesh and blood . `` Son , '' she said at last , -- her eyes were full of pride , -- `` have any told thee that thou art beautiful beyond all men ? '' `` Hah ? '' said Mowgli , for naturally he had never heard anything of the kind .
XXXXX laughed softly and happily .
Godling Hah Hai-mai Messua Mowgli Nathoo choking cooking-pots jasmine night