It 's punishment -- not war . ' As the trooper cantered off , Kim crawled round to the back of the house , where , going on his Lahore experiences , he judged there would be food -- and information . The kitchen was crowded with excited scullions , one of whom kicked him . ` Aie , ' said Kim , feigning tears . ' I came only to wash dishes in return for a bellyful . ' ` All Umballa is on the same errand . Get hence . They go in now with the soup . Think you that we who serve Creighton Sahib need strange scullions to help us through a big dinner ? ' ` It is a very big dinner , ' said Kim , looking at the plates . ` Small wonder . The guest of honour is none other than the Jang-i-Lat Sahib -LSB- the Commander-in-Chief -RSB- . ' ` Ho ! ' said Kim , with the correct guttural note of wonder . He had learned what he wanted , and when the scullion turned he was gone . ` And all that trouble , ' said he to himself , thinking as usual in Hindustani , ` for a horse 's pedigree ! Mahbub Ali should have come to me to learn a little lying . Every time before that I have borne a message it concerned a woman . Now it is men . Better .
The tall man XXXXX that they will loose a great army to punish someone -- somewhere -- the news goes to Pindi and Peshawur .
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