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The Man Who Would Be King
by
Then the roar and rattle of the wheels sh
ivered the quiet into little bits. I rose to go away, but two men in white clothes stood in front of me. The first one said: Its him!The second said: So it is!And they both laughed almost as loudly as the machinery roared, and mopped their foreheads. We seed there was a light burning across the road, and we were sleeping in that ditch there for coolness, and I said to my friend here, The office is open. Lets come along and speak to him as turned us back from the Degumber State, said the smaller of the two. He was the man I had met in the Mhow train, and his fellow was the red-bearded man of Marwar Junction. There was no mistaking the eyebrows of the one or the beard of the other.
I was not pleased, because I wished to go to sleep, not to squabble with loafers. What do you want? I asked.
Half an hours talk with you, cool and comfortable, in the office, said the red-bearded man. Wed likesome drinkthe Contrack doesnt begin yet, Peachey, so you neednt lookbut what we really want is advice. We dont want money. We ask you as a favour, because we found out you did us a bad turn about Degumber State.
I led from the press-room to the stifling office with the maps on the walls, and the red-haired man rubbed his hands. Thats something like, said he. This was the proper shop to come to. Now, Sir, let me introduce to you Brother Peachey Carnehan, thats him, and Brother Daniel Dravot, that is me,and the less said about our professions the better, for we have been most things in our time. Soldier, sailor, compositor, photographer, proof-reader, street-preacher, and correspondents of the Backwoodsmanwhen we thought the paper wanted one. Carnehan is sober, and so am I. Look at us first, and see thats sure. It will save you cutting into my talk. Well take one of your cigars apiece, and you shall see us light up.
I watched the test. The men were absolutely sober, so I gave them each a tepid whisky and soda.
Well andgood, said Carnehan of the eyebrows, wiping the froth from his moustache. Let me talk now, Dan. We have been all over India, mostly on foot. We have been boiler-fitters, engine-drivers, petty contractors, and all that, and we have decided that Indian isnt big enough for such as us.
They certainly were too big for the office. Dravots beard seemed to fill half the room and Carnehans shoulders the other half, as they sat on the big table. Carnehan continued: The country isnt half worked out because they that governs it wont let you touch it. They spend all their blessed time in governing it, and you cant lift a spade, nor chip a rock, nor look for oil, nor anything like that, without all the Government saying, Leave it alone, and let us govern. Therefore, such asit is, we will let it alone, and go away to some other place where a man isnt crowded and can come to his own. We are not little men, and there is nothing that we are afraid of except Drink, and we have signed a Contrack on that. Therefore,we are going away to be Kings.
Kings in our own right, muttered Dravot.
Yes, of course, I said. Youve been tramping in the sun, and its a very warm night, and hadnt you better sleep over the notion?Come tomorrow.
Neither drunk nor sunstruck, said Dravot. We have slept over the notion half a year, and require to see Books and Atlases, and we have decided that there is only one place now in the world that two strong men can Sar-a-whack. They call it Kafiristan. By my reckoning its the top right-hand corner of Afghanistan, not more than three hundred miles from Peshawar. They have two-and-thirty heathen idols there, and well be the thirty-third and thirty-fourth. Its a mountainous country, and the women of those parts are very beautiful.