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The lama insists that Kim should comply with the chaplain's plan because he believes it is in Kim's best interests, and the boy is sent to a top English school in Lucknow. The lama funds Kim's education. Throughout his years at school, Kim remains in contact with the holy man he has come to love. Kim also retains contact with his secret service connections and is trained in espionage to be a surveyor while on vacation from school by Lurgan Sahib, a sort of benevolent Fagin , [7] at his jewellery shop in Simla.

As part of his training, Kim looks at a tray full of mixed objects and notes which have been added or taken away, a pastime still called Kim's Game , also called the Jewel Game. After three years of schooling, Kim is given a government appointment so that he can begin to participate in the Great Game. Before this appointment begins, however, he is granted a much-deserved break. Kim rejoins the lama and at the behest of Kim's superior, Hurree Chunder Mookherjee, they make a trip to the Himalayas so Kim can investigate what some Russian intelligence agents are doing.

Kim obtains maps, papers and other important items from the Russians, who are working to undermine British control of the region. Mookherjee befriends the Russians undercover, acting as a guide, and ensures that they do not recover the lost items. Kim, aided by some porters and villagers, helps to rescue the lama. The lama realises that he has gone astray.

His search for the River of the Arrow should be taking place in the plains, not in the mountains, and he orders the porters to take them back. Here Kim and the lama are nursed back to health after their arduous journey. The lama finds his river and is convinced he has achieved Enlightenment. The nickname is from the Bull in their colors. Mavericks are stubborn, unbranded cattle that are hard to keep in the herd, much like the independent-minded troops of the regiment. They seem to be a tough regiment with a fierce reputation because in "Kim" they are respectfully known by the natives as the "Red Bullock Men".

Regimental Colours : A white field with the Cap Badge set in the center on a blue rounded and the red Bulls set in the corners. The battle honours should be listed by date, but some of the battles are out of order. There is also some mention of the Indian Mutiny of and the wars in Afghanistan in passing, but it is unclear whether they are Honours or just campaigns the regiment served in.

They also practice acting and disguise: After dinner, Lurgan Sahib's fancy turned more to what might be called dressing-up He could paint faces to a marvel; with a brush-dab here and a line there changing them past recognition. The shop was full of all manner of dresses and turbans, and Kim was apparelled variously as a young Mohammedan of good family, an oilman, and once—which was a joyous evening—as the son of an Oudh landholder in the fullest of full dress.

Lurgan Sahib had a hawk's eye to detect the least flaw in the make-up; and lying on a worn teak-wood couch, would explain by the half-hour together how such and such a caste talked, or walked, or coughed, or spat, or sneezed, and, since 'hows' matter little in this world, the 'why' of everything. While at Lurgan Sahib's, Kim also meets a character who will be important later: Carried away by enthusiasm, he volunteered to show Lurgan Sahib one evening how the disciples of a certain caste of fakir, old Lahore acquaintances, begged doles by the roadside; Lurgan Sahib laughed immensely, and begged Kim to stay as he was, immobile for half an hour—cross-legged, ash-smeared, and wild-eyed, in the back room.

At the end of that time entered a hulking, obese Babu whose stockinged legs shook with fat, and Kim opened on him with a shower of wayside chaff. Lurgan Sahib—this annoyed Kim—watched the Babu and not the play. Superficially at least, Hurree Chunder Mookerjee is a typical example of the breed, a foolish and officious clerk.

However, he is also another player in the Great Game. For the next three years, Kim has an interesting mixture of activities in his life. Much of the time, he is a mostly proper young sahib at the school: he showed a great aptitude for mathematical studies as well as map-making, In the holidays, however, he gets rather different training from Lurgan Sahib. He made Kim learn whole chapters of the Koran by heart, till he could deliver them with the very roll and cadence of a mullah. Moreover, he told Kim the names and properties of many native drugs, as well as the runes proper to recite when you administer them.

He also travels some with Mahbub, going to Quetta where Kim does his first bit of actual spying, working as a scullion in a local merchant's house until he can lay hands on and copy a ledger which Mahbub wants. They then go down to Karachi and by sea to Bombay ; the adventurous Kim suggests a trip to Arabia to buy the famous Arab horses, but Mahbub refuses. Kim pleases his various trainers and receives gifts from them, partly as reward for his efforts.

Hurree Babu provides him with a box of medicines and Mahbub gives him a fine Pathan costume and a mother-of-pearl, nickel-plated, self-extracting. As Kim nears sixteen, there is a discussion among the trainers of what the lad might do next. Then who is to catch him? Colonel Sahib, only once in a thousand years is a horse born so well fitted for the game as this our colt. And we need men. One mission is proposed and rejected: "There is a little business where he would be most useful—in the South," said Lurgan That is a man's job," said Creighton.

Then a more acceptable alternative is found: "Let him go out with his Red Lama," said the horse-dealer A letter comes to the school, Colonel Creighton offering Kim a job as a junior surveyor, and the school of course releases him. Mahbub leads him to a witch who dyes his skin darker and sets various charms to protect him on the road.

He then leaves him with Hurree Babu, who has been sitting in a corner taking anthropological notes for yet another paper which he can submit as part of his continuing effort to fulfill his great ambition, becoming a Fellow of the Royal Society. The babu tells Kim: If you feel in your neck you will find one small silver amulet, verree cheap. That is ours. Suppose we get into a dam'-tight place. I am a fearful man—most fearful—but I tell you I have been in dam'-tight places more than hairs on my head.

You say: "I am Son of the Charm. He also teaches him a dialogue that can serve as a way of identifying secret colleagues. Kim finds his lama at the temple in Benares ; outside is a Punjabi farmer with a sick child, desperately searching for a priest who can effect a cure. To the surprise of both farmer and lama, Kim is able to help out using some of the medicines in the little kit Hurree Babu gave him. Lama and chela retire to the lama's cell where: He drew from under the table a sheet of strangely scented yellow Chinese paper, the brushes, and slab of Indian ink.

In cleanest, severest outline he had traced the Great Wheel with its six spokes, Many ages have crystallized it into a most wonderful convention crowded with hundreds of little figures whose every line carries a meaning. Few can translate the picture-parable; there are not twenty in all the world who can draw it surely without a copy: of those who can both draw and expound are but three. The lama, it seems, is one of the three and he undertakes to teach Kim the art.

The lama decides to head North, toward the cool of the hills. They board the train toward Delhi, then have a strange encounter: There tumbled into the compartment His face was cut, his muslin upper-garment was badly torn, and one leg was bandaged. He told them that a country-cart had upset and nearly slain him Kim watched him closely As, with shaking fingers, he knotted up the torn cloth about his neck he laid bare an amulet Now, amulets are common enough, but they are not generally strung on square-plaited copper wire, and still fewer amulets bear black enamel on silver.

Kim made as to scratch in his bosom, and thereby lifted his own amulet. The Mahratta's face changed altogether at the sight, and he disposed the amulet fairly on his breast. From there, a bit of rigamarole about the Son of the Charm suffices for Kim and the stranger to identify each other as servants of a common cause.

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The stranger explains: I come from the South, where my work lay. One of us they slew by the roadside. Having found a certain letter which I was sent to seek, I came away. He has travelled via Mhow , Chittoor where he hid the letter , Bandakui and Agra , and has been pursued all the way by enemies who falsely accuse him of various crimes in order to extradite him to the South.

He fully expects to be apprehended on the platform at Delhi, to be extradited and then to die a lingering death as an example to others. Kim's response is We must make thee a yellow Saddhu all over. Strip—strip swiftly, and shake thy hair over thine eyes while I scatter the ash. Now, a caste-mark on thy forehead. After a few minutes: In place of the tremulous, shrinking trader there lolled against the corner an all but naked, ash-smeared, ochre-barred, dusty-haired Saddhu, his swollen eyes—opium takes quick effect on an empty stomach—luminous with insolence and bestial lust, his legs crossed under him, Kim's brown rosary round his neck, and a scant yard of worn, flowered chintz on his shoulders.

It works; they reach Delhi and indeed find police on the platform searching for the fugitive, but the apparent sadhu does not match the description so he is able to escape their scrutiny. Kim and the lama change trains and go on toward Saharunpore, planning to again enjoy the hospitality of the Kulu woman they met previously on the Grand Trunk Road. During the long walk from Saharunpore station to her home, they have time to become reacquainted. Kim asks ' I ate thy bread for three years—as thou knowest. Holy One, whence came—? In my own place I have the illusion of honour. I ask for that I need.

I am not concerned with the account. That is for my monastery. At the house, Kim learns there is a new hakim herbal medicine practitioner in the area: A wanderer, as thou art, but a most sober Bengali from Dacca—a master of medicine. He travels about now, vending preparations of great value. He has been here four days; but hearing ye were coming hakims and priests are snake and tiger the world over he has, as I take it, gone to cover.

Kim bristled like an expectant terrier. To outface and down-talk a Calcutta-taught Bengali, a voluble Dacca drug-vendor, would be a good game. It was not seemly that the lama, and incidentally himself, should be thrown aside for such an one. Dacca, now spelt Dhaka , was one of the most important cities in the Raj's province of Bengal.

Today, that province has become India's province of West Bengal together with the separate country of Bangladesh whose capital is Dhaka. When the hakim appears, a few distinctly barbed comments are exchanged, then: Said the hakim, hardly more than shaping the words with his lips: "How do you do, Mister O'Hara? I am jolly glad to see you again. Anywhere on the open road, perhaps, he would not have been astonished; but here, in this quiet backwater of life, he was not prepared for Hurree Babu.

It annoyed him, too, that he had been hoodwinked. Hurree continues I come to congratulate you on your extraordinary effeecient performance at Delhi. Our mutual friend, he is old friend of mine. He told me; I tell Mr Lurgan; and he is pleased you graduate so nicely. All the Department is pleased. I do not like the South—too much railway travel; but I drew good travelling allowance. However, there is still a problem in the North: There were Five Kings who prepared a sudden war three years ago, when thou wast given the stallion's pedigree by Mahbub Ali. Upon them, because of that news, and ere they were ready, fell our Army.

But the I, who had been selling tea in Leh, became a clerk of accounts in the Army. When the troops were withdrawn, I was left behind to pay the coolies who made new roads in the Hills. Leh is the capital of Ladakh , a beautiful region far to the North. It is almost at the border with China and on a caravan trail that leads there, one branch of the ancient Silk Road. There are Russians loose in the area: I send word many times that these two Kings were sold to the North; and Mahbub Ali, who was yet farther North, amply confirmed it. Nothing was done.

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Over the Passes this year after snow-melting They bear guns, but they bear also chains and levels and compasses. They are well received They make great promises; they speak as the mouthpiece of a Kaisar with gifts. Up the valleys, down the valleys go they, saying, "Here is a place to build a breastwork; here can ye pitch a fort.

Here can ye hold the road against an army"—the very roads for which I paid out the rupees monthly. The Government knows, but does nothing. Huree Babu is being sent North to keep an eye on these fellows: I go from here straight into the Doon. I shall go to Mussoorie That is the only way they can come. I do not like waiting in the cold, but we must wait for them. I want to walk with them to Simla.

You see, one Russian is a Frenchman, and I know my French pretty well. I have friends in Chandernagore.

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The Doon is the valley around Dehradun in Uttarakhand state, and Mussoorie is a hill station in that area. Chandernagore is a former French colony near Calcutta. Simla was the summer capital of the Raj; today it is spelt Shimla , and is the capital of Himachal Pradesh. However, They are Russians, and highly unscrupulous people. I—I do not want to consort with them without a witness. I am good enough Herbert Spencerian, I trust, to meet little thing like death, which is all in my fate, you know. But—but they may beat me.

I am, oh, awfully fearful!

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I sat down and cried, Mister O'Hara, anticipating Chinese tortures. I do not suppose these two gentlemen will torture me, but I like to provide for possible contingency with European assistance in emergency. It is not difficult for Kim and Hurree to persuade the lama that a return to the hills would be a fine idea — Hurree prescribes it for his health and Kim wants to explore.

At noon the Babu strapped up his brass-bound drug-box, took his patent-leather shoes of ceremony in one hand, a gay blue-and-white umbrella in the other, and set off northwards to the Doon, where, he said, he was in demand among the lesser kings of those parts.

Kim and the lama follow later. After a few days, They had They do not travel with the babu but, Fate sent them, overtaking and overtaken upon the road, the courteous Dacca physician, who paid for his food in ointments He seemed to know these hills as well as he knew the hill dialects He has a request: You see, Mister O'Hara, I do not know what the deuce-an' all I shall do when I find our sporting friends; but if you will kindly keep within sight of my umbrella, which is fine fixed point for cadastral survey, I shall feel much better. As for the Russians, They were at Leh not so long ago.

They should have come in by Srinagar or Abbottabad. That is their short road But they have made mischief in the West. Our friends have been a long time playing about and producing impressions. So they are well known from far off. You will see me catch them somewhere in Chini valley. Please keep your eye on the umbrella. Abbottabad is a town well to the West in Pakistan, in Pathan territory. It was named after a British officer and, until the Karakoram Highway bypassed it, was a key junction on routes North to Baltistan and China.

Recently, it has been in the news as the place where Osama bin Laden was tracked down and killed. Srinagar , now the capital of the Indian state of Jammu and Kashmir , is further East and Leh further yet. The Chini valley is now known as Kinnaur and is in Himachal Pradesh. At last they entered a world within a world—a valley of leagues where the high hills were fashioned of a mere rubble and refuse from off the knees of the mountains.

Above them, still enormously above them, earth towered away towards the snow-line, where from east to west across hundreds of miles, ruled as with a ruler, the last of the bold birches stopped.

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Above these again, changeless since the world's beginning, but changing to every mood of sun and cloud, lay out the eternal snow. The enemy appears: Hurree was Hurree Babu had seen all he wanted to see He offers assistance, and sets about ingratiating himself. Soon he waylaid a cowering hillman among the trees, and after three minutes' talk and a little silver The porters remain suspicious: All the Sahibs of their acquaintance These Sahibs travelled without any retinue. Therefore they were poor Sahibs, and ignorant; for no Sahib in his senses would follow a Bengali's advice. School for Spies.

Neil K. Before turning full-time author, he worked for The Times for nearly twenty years, latterly asan Asian affairs specialist.

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In the s he edited the West African news magazine Drum, sister-paper to its legendary South African namesake. Before entering Fleet Street he served as a subaltern in the King's African Rifles - in the same battalion as lance-corporal Idi Amin, later to emerge as theUgandan tyrant. No stranger to misadventure, Hopkirk has twice been held in secret police cells - in Cuba and the Middle East - and has also been hijacked by Arab terrorists.

His works have been translated into thirteen languages. Here begins the Great Game. Who Was Kim? Enter the Lama.