`` The King 's Treasure needs a new Warden , '' he said gravely . `` Thuu , thou hast not done well . Run to and fro and make sport , Thuu ! '' `` I am ashamed . Kill me ! '' hissed the White Cobra . `` There has been too much talk of killing . We will go now . I take the thorn-pointed thing , Thuu , because I have fought and worsted thee . '' `` See , then , that the thing does not kill thee at last . It is Death ! Remember , it is Death ! There is enough in that thing to kill the men of all my city . Not long wilt thou hold it , Jungle Man , nor he who takes it from thee . They will kill , and kill , and kill for its sake ! My strength is dried up , but the ankus will do my work . It is Death ! It is Death ! It is Death ! '' Mowgli crawled out through the hole into the passage again , and the last that he saw was the White Cobra striking furiously with his harmless fangs at the stolid golden faces of the gods that lay on the floor , and hissing , `` It is Death ! ''
They were glad to get to the light of day once more ; and when they were back in their own Jungle and Mowgli made the XXXXX glitter in the morning light , he was almost as pleased as though he had found a bunch of new flowers to stick in his hair .
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