I speak for the Three . But what wilt thou say to the Jungle ? '' `` That is well thought . Between the sight and the kill it is not good to wait . Go before and cry them all to the Council Rock , and I will tell them what is in my stomach . But they may not come -- in the Time of New Talk they may forget me . '' `` Hast thou , then , forgotten nothing ? '' snapped Gray Brother over his shoulder , as he laid himself down to gallop , and Mowgli followed , thinking . At any other season the news would have called all the Jungle together with bristling necks , but now they were busy hunting and fighting and killing and singing . From one to another Gray Brother ran , crying , `` The Master of the Jungle goes back to Man ! Come to the Council Rock . '' And the happy , eager People only answered , `` He will return in the summer heats . The Rains will drive him to lair . Run and sing with us , Gray Brother . '' `` But the Master of the Jungle goes back to Man , '' Gray Brother would repeat . `` Eee -- Yoawa ? Is the Time of New Talk any less sweet for that ? '' they would reply . So when Mowgli , heavy-hearted , came up through the well-remembered rocks to the place where he had been brought into the Council , he found only the Four , Baloo , who was nearly blind with age , and the heavy , cold-blooded Kaa coiled around Akela 's empty seat . `` Thy trail ends here , then , Manling ? ''
said Kaa , as XXXXX threw himself down , his face in his hands .
Akela Baloo Brother Eee Master Mowgli Talk Yoawa lair seat