In a corner , a Japanese warrior , mailed and plumed , menaced him with a halberd , and a score of lances and khandas and kuttars gave back the unsteady gleam . But what interested Kim more than all these things -- he had seen devil-dance masks at the Lahore Museum -- was a glimpse of the soft-eyed Hindu child who had left him in the doorway , sitting cross-legged under the table of pearls with a little smile on his scarlet lips . ' I think that Lurgan Sahib wishes to make me afraid . And I am sure that that devil 's brat below the table wishes to see me afraid . ` This place , ' he said aloud , ` is like a Wonder House . Where is my bed ? ' Lurgan Sahib pointed to a native quilt in a corner by the loathsome masks , picked up the lamp , and left the room black . ` Was that Lurgan Sahib ? ' Kim asked as he cuddled down . No answer . He could hear the Hindu boy breathing , however , and , guided by the sound , crawled across the floor , and cuffed into the darkness , crying : ` Give answer , devil ! Is this the way to lie to a Sahib ? ' From the darkness he fancied he could hear the echo of a chuckle . It could not be his soft-fleshed companion , because he was weeping . So Kim lifted up his voice and called aloud : ` Lurgan Sahib ! O Lurgan Sahib ! Is it an order that thy servant does not speak to me ? ' ` It is an order . ' The voice came from behind him and he started . ` Very good .
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Hindu Japanese Museum Sahib brat halberd khandas kuttars left quilt