A diabolical inspiration came to me. One of the brats, a boy about eight years old, was watching me as he sang. I pulled out a rupee, held the coin between finger and thumb and looked--only looked--at the gun against the wall. A grin of brilliant and perfect comprehension overspread the face of the child. Never for an instant stopping the song, he held out his hand for the money, and then slid the gun to my hand. I might have shot Namgay Doola as he chanted. But I was satisfied. The blood-instinct of the race held true. Namgay Doola drew the curtain across the recess. Angelus was over. ‘Thus my father sang. There was much more, but I have forgotten, and I do not know the purport of these words, but it may be that the God will understand. I am not of this people, and I will not pay revenue.’ ‘And why?’ Again that soul-compelling grin. ‘What occupation would be to me between crop and crop? It is better than scaring bears. But these people do not understand.’ He picked the masks from the floor, and looked in my face as simply as a child. ‘By what road didst thou attain knowledge to make these devilries?’ I said, pointing. ‘I cannot tell. I am but a Lepcha of Darjeeling, and yet the stuff--’ ‘Which thou hast stolen.’ ‘Nay, surely. Did I steal? I desired it so. The stuff--the stuff--what else should I have done with the stuff?’ He twisted the velvet between his fingers. ‘But the sin of maiming the cow--consider that.’ ‘That is true; but oh, Sahib, that man betrayed me and I had no thought--but the heifer’s tail waved in the moonlight and I had my knife. What else should I have done? The tail came off ere I was aware. Sahib, thou knowest more than I.’ ‘That is true,’ said I. ‘Stay within the door. I go to speak to the King.’ The population of the State were ranged on the hillsides. I went forth and spoke to the King. ‘O King,’ said I. ‘Touching this man there be two courses open to thy wisdom. Thou canst either hang him from a tree, he and his brood, till there remains no hair that is red within the land.’ ‘Nay’ said the King. ‘Why should I hurt the little children?’ They had poured out of the hut door and were making plump obeisance to everybody. Namgay Doola waited with his gun across his arm. ‘Or thou canst, discarding the impiety of the cow-maiming, raise him to honour in thy Army. He comes of a race that will not pay revenue. A red flame is in his blood which comes out at the top of his head in that glowing hair. Make him chief of the Army. Give him honour as may befall, and full allowance of work, but look to it, O King, that neither he nor his hold a foot of earth from thee henceforward. Feed him with words and favour, and also liquor from certain bottles that thou knowest of, and he will be a bulwark of defence. But deny him even a tuft of grass for his own. This is the nature that God has given him. Moreover he has brethren--’ The State groaned unanimously.