human
What is the uncle about to-night? said our old friend, Lukshmun, to the kettle-drummer, as the halt was made,
gpt
Ah, brother! he said,
human
Yes, he may be waiting for orders, returned the hunchback.
gpt
May the Mother give him luck of them;--better luck than we had in that wild ride after Maloosray, when neither mud, nor stones, nor rivers, stopped us; and when we drew breath at the Hórtee pass, you could have heard the mares breathing and snorting a coss off! That was not the way to catch Maloosray! Yes, he had done too much that day; and the blood had got up into his eyes and head, he continued, after a pause, and wagging his head wisely,
human
Something, said his companion;
gpt
May thy tongue rot, replied that worthy, dismounting from his mare;
human
Well, then, art thou sober? if that please thee better, returned the man, laughing.
gpt
But what ails thee? thou hast not spoken a word since we set out.
human
No matter, my eyes are blinded with blood, returned Rama sulkily.
gpt
What we are to do to-night will be evil. I saw an omen I did not like before we set out, and three hares have crossed us since. Is that good? I tell thee I cannot see in that direction, and he pointed to the west,
human
The sun is bright enough, Rama, said Lukshmun, laughing,
gpt
Peace, ill-born, cried Rama, aiming a blow at him with his spear-shaft;
human
Ill or well born, we came of the same mother, retorted Lukshmun;
gpt
continued Lukshmun to the kettle-drummer.
human
Yes, we shall have work to do, and some of us may have to sup with the gods to-night. I pray it may not be Rama, for his wife is a devil; and as for his children--cubs of a wolf are easier to manage.