` Is that the new stuff , Mahbub ? ' said Huneefa lazily , scarce troubling to remove the mouthpiece from her lips . ' O Buktanoos ! ' -- like most of her kind , she swore by the Djinns -- ' O Buktanoos ! He is very good to look upon . ' ` That is part of the selling of the horse , ' Mahbub explained to Kim , who laughed . ' I have heard that talk since my Sixth Day , ' he replied , squatting by the light . ` Whither does it lead ? ' ` To protection . Tonight we change thy colour . This sleeping under roofs has blanched thee like an almond . But Huneefa has the secret of a colour that catches . No painting of a day or two . Also , we fortify thee against the chances of the Road . That is my gift to thee , my son . Take out all metals on thee and lay them here . Make ready , Huneefa . ' Kim dragged forth his compass , Survey paint-box , and the new-filled medicine-box . They had all accompanied his travels , and boylike he valued them immensely . The woman rose slowly and moved with her hands a little spread before her .
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Buktanoos Djinns Kim Mahbub Road Whither colour day medicine-box paint-box