In the name of the Gods , get her her pipe and stop her ill-omened mouth , ' cried an Oorya , tying up his shapeless bundles of bedding . ` She and the parrots are alike . They screech in the dawn . ' ` The lead-bullocks ! Hai ! Look to the lead-bullocks ! ' They were backing and wheeling as a grain-cart 's axle caught them by the horns . ` Son of an owl , where dost thou go ? ' This to the grinning carter . ` Ai ! Yai ! Yai ! That within there is the Queen of Delhi going to pray for a son , ' the man called back over his high load . ` Room for the Queen of Delhi and her Prime Minister the grey monkey climbing up his own sword ! ' Another cart loaded with bark for a down-country tannery followed close behind , and its driver added a few compliments as the ruth-bullocks backed and backed again . From behind the shaking curtains came one volley of invective . It did not last long , but in kind and quality , in blistering , biting appropriateness , it was beyond anything that even Kim had heard . He could see the carter 's bare chest collapse with amazement , as the man salaamed reverently to the voice , leaped from the pole , and helped the escort haul their volcano on to the main road . Here the voice told him truthfully what sort of wife he had wedded , and what she was doing in his absence . ` Oh , shabash ! '
murmured XXXXX , unable to contain himself , as the man slunk away .
Delhi Kim Minister Oorya Yai grain-cart invective lead-bullocks ruth-bullocks shabash