` Ask the priests . Do not pester me . Lay the food-bag at the foot , it balances better so . ' ` Oh , Holy One , thy Hills are kinder than our Plains ! ' cried Kim , relieved , as the lama tottered to the litter . ` It is a very king 's bed -- a place of honour and ease . And we owe it to -- ' ' A woman of ill-omen . I need thy blessings as much as I do thy curses . It is my order and none of thine . Lift and away ! Here ! Hast thou money for the road ? ' She beckoned Kim to her hut , and stooped above a battered English cash-box under her cot . ' I do not need anything , ' said Kim , angered where he should have been grateful . ' I am already rudely loaded with favours . ' She looked up with a curious smile and laid a hand on his shoulder . ` At least , thank me . I am foul-faced and a hillwoman , but , as thy talk goes , I have acquired merit . Shall I show thee how the Sahibs render thanks ? ' and her hard eyes softened . '
I am but a wandering priest , ' XXXXX Kim , his eyes lighting in answer .
Do Lift cried goes laid loaded owe pester render said