` Wonder on wonder ! ' murmured the letter-writer , dipping a reed in the inkstand . ` To be written in Hindi ? ' ` Assuredly . To Mahbub Ali then . Begin ! I have come down with the old man as far as Umballa in the train . At Umballa I carried the news of the bay mare 's pedigree . ' After what he had seen in the garden , he was not going to write of white stallions . ` Slower a little . What has a bay mare to do ... Is it Mahbub Ali , the great dealer ? ' ` Who else ? I have been in his service . Take more ink . Again . As the order was , so I did it . We then went on foot towards Benares , but on the third day we found a certain regiment . Is that down ? ' ` Ay , pulton , ' murmured the writer , all ears . ' I went into their camp and was caught , and by means of the charm about my neck , which thou knowest , it was established that I was the son of some man in the regiment : according to the prophecy of the Red Bull , which thou knowest was common talk of our bazar . '
Kim waited for this shaft to sink into the XXXXX 's heart , cleared his throat , and continued : ' A priest clothed me and gave me a new name ... One priest , however , was a fool .
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