had never heard anything of the
kind. Messua laughed softly and happily. The look in his face was enough
for her.

"I am the first, then? It is right, though it comes seldom, that a
mother should tell her son these good things. Thou art very beautiful.
Never have I looked upon such a man."

Mowgli twisted his head and tried to see over his own hard shoulder, and
Messua laughed again so long that Mowgli, not knowing why, was forced to
laugh with her, and the child ran from one to the other, laughing too.

"Nay, thou must not mock thy brother," said Messua, catching him to
her breast. "When thou art one-half as fair we will marry thee to the
youngest daughter of a king, and thou shalt ride great elephants."

Mowgli could not understand one word in three of the talk here; the warm
milk was taking effect on him after his long run, so he curled up and
in a minute was deep asleep, and Messua put the hair back from his eyes,
threw a cloth over him, and was happy. Jungle-fashion, he slept out the
rest of that night and all the next day; for his instincts, which never
wholly slept, warned him there was nothing to fear. He waked at last
with a bound that shook the hut, for the cloth over his face made him
dream of traps; and there he stood, his hand on his knife, the sleep all
heavy in his rolling eyes, ready for any fight.

Messua laughed, and set the evening meal before him. There were only
a few coarse cakes baked over the smoky fire, some rice, and a lump of
sour preserved tamarinds--just enough to go on with till he could get
to his evening kill. The smell of the dew in the marshes made him hungry
and restless. He wanted to finish his spring running, but the child
insisted on sitting in his arms, and Messua would have it that his long,
blue-black hair must be combed out. So she sang, as she combed, foolish
little baby-songs, now calling Mowgli her son, and now begging him to
give some of his jungle power to the child. The hut door was closed, but
Mowgli heard a sound he knew well, and saw Messua's jaw drop with horror
as a great gray paw came under the bottom of the door, and Gray Brother
outside whined a muffled and penitent whine of anxiety and fear.

"Out and wait! Ye would not come when I called," said Mowgli in
Jungle-talk, without turning his head, and the great gray paw
disappeared.

"Do not--do not bring thy--thy servants with thee," said Messua. "I--we
have always lived at peace with the Jungle."

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