"But I go now. This place is dark and cold, and I wish to take the thorn-pointed thing to the Jungle.""Look by thy foot! What is that there?" Mowgli picked up something white and smooth. "It is the bone of a man's head,"he said quietly. "And here are two more.""They came to take the treasure away many years ago. I spoke to them in the dark, and they lay still.""But what do I need of this that is called treasure? If thou wilt give me the ankus to take away, it is good hunting. If not, it is good hunting none the less. I do not fight with the Poison People, and I was also taught the Master-word of thy tribe.""There is but one Master-word here. It is mine!"Kaa flung himself forward with blazing eyes. "Who bade me bring the Man?" he hissed.
"I surely," the old Cobra lisped. "It is long since I have seen Man, and this Man speaks our tongue.""But there was no talk of killing. How can I go to the Jungle and say that I have led him to his death?" said Kaa.
"I talk not of killing till the time. And as to thy going or not going, there is the hole in the wall. Peace, now, thou fat monkey-killer! I have but to touch thy neck, and the Jungle will know thee no longer. Never Man came here that went away with the breath under his ribs. I am the Warden of the Treasure of the King's City!""But, thou white worm of the dark, I tell thee there is neither king nor city! The Jungle is all about us!" cried Kaa.
"There is still the Treasure. But this can be done. Wait awhile, Kaa of the Rocks, and see the boy run. There is room for great sport here. Life is good. Run to and fro awhile, and make sport, boy!"Mowgli put his hand on Kaa's head quietly.
"The white thing has dealt with men of the Man-Pack until now.
He does not know me," he whispered. "He has asked for this hunting. Let him have it." Mowgli had been standing with the ankus held point down. He flung it from him quickly and it dropped crossways just behind the great snake's hood, pinning him to the floor. In a flash, Kaa's weight was upon the writhing body, paralysing it from hood to tail. The red eyes burned, and the six spare inches of the head struck furiously right and left.
"Kill!" said Kaa, as Mowgli's hand went to his knife.
"No," he said, as he drew the blade; "I will never kill again save for food. But look you, Kaa!" He caught the snake behind the hood, forced the mouth open with the blade of the knife, and showed the terrible poison-fangs of the upper jaw lying black and withered in the gum. The White Cobra had outlived his poison, as a snake will.
"THUU" ("It is dried up"--Literally, a rotted out tree-stump), said Mowgli; and motioning Kaa away, he picked up the ankus, setting the White Cobra free.
"The King's Treasure needs a new Warden, he said gravely. "Thuu, thou hast not done well. Run to and fro and make sport, Thuu!""I am ashamed. Kill me!" hissed the White Cobra.
"There has been too much talk of killing. We will go now.
I take the thorn-pointed thing, Thuu, because I have fought and worsted thee.""See, then, that the thing does not kill thee at last. It is Death! Remember, it is Death! There is enough in that thing to kill the men of all my city. Not long wilt thou hold it, Jungle Man, nor he who takes it from thee. They will kill, and kill, and kill for its sake! My strength is dried up, but the ankus will do my work. It is Death! It is Death! It is Death!"Mowgli crawled out through the hole into the passage again, and the last that he saw was the White Cobra striking furiously with his harmless fangs at the stolid golden faces of the gods that lay on the floor, and hissing, "It is Death!"They were glad to get to the light of day once more; and when they were back in their own Jungle and Mowgli made the ankus glitter in the morning light, he was almost as pleased as though he had found a bunch of new flowers to stick in his hair.
"This is brighter than Bagheera's eyes," he said delightedly, as he twirled the ruby. "I will show it to him; but what did the Thuu mean when he talked of death?""I cannot say. I am sorrowful to my tail's tail that he felt not thy knife. There is always evil at Cold Lairs--above ground or below. But now I am hungry. Dost thou hunt with me this dawn?" said Kaa.
"No; Bagheera must see this thing. Good hunting!" Mowgli danced off, flourishing the great ankus, and stopping from time to time to admire it, till he came to that part of the Jungle Bagheera chiefly used, and found him drinking after a heavy kill. Mowgli told him all his adventures from beginning to end, and Bagheera sniffed at the ankus between whiles. When Mowgli came to the White Cobra's last words, the Panther purred approvingly.
"Then the White Hood spoke the thing which is?" Mowgli asked quickly.
"I was born in the King's cages at Oodeypore, and it is in my stomach that I know some little of Man. Very many men would kill thrice in a night for the sake of that one big red stone alone.""But the stone makes it heavy to the hand. My little bright knife is better; and--see! the red stone is not good to eat. Then WHY would they kill?""Mowgli, go thou and sleep. Thou hast lived among men, and----""I remember. Men kill because they are not hunting;--for idleness and pleasure. Wake again, Bagheera. For what use was this thorn-pointed thing made?"Bagheera half opened his eyes--he was very sleepy--with a malicious twinkle.
