He bade me tell you . I watched . The Bandar-log have taken him beyond the river to the monkey city -- to the Cold Lairs . They may stay there for a night , or ten nights , or an hour . I have told the bats to watch through the dark time . That is my message . Good hunting , all you below ! '' `` Full gorge and a deep sleep to you , Rann , '' cried Bagheera . `` I will remember thee in my next kill , and put aside the head for thee alone , O best of kites ! '' `` It is nothing . It is nothing . The boy held the Master Word . I could have done no less , '' and Rann circled up again to his roost . `` He has not forgotten to use his tongue , '' said Baloo with a chuckle of pride . `` To think of one so young remembering the Master Word for the birds too while he was being pulled across trees ! '' `` It was most firmly driven into him , '' said Bagheera . `` But I am proud of him , and now we must go to the Cold Lairs . '' They all knew where that place was , but few of the Jungle People ever went there , because what they called the Cold Lairs was an old deserted city , lost and buried in the jungle , and beasts seldom use a place that men have once used . The wild boar will , but the hunting tribes do not . Besides , the monkeys lived there as much as they could be said to live anywhere , and no self-respecting animal would come within eyeshot of it except in times of drought , when the half-ruined tanks and reservoirs held a little water .
`` It is half a night 's journey -- at full speed , '' said XXXXX , and Baloo looked very serious .
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