for meat to the dhole if he had winded a pack across three ranges. Listen now: There was a wolf, my father, and there was a wolf, my mother, and there was an old gray wolf (not too wise: he is white now) was my father and my mother. Therefore I — ” he raised his voice, “I say that when the dhole come, and if the dhole come, Mowgli and the Free People are of one skin for that hunting; and I say, by the Bull that bought me — by the Bull Bagheera paid for me in the old days which ye of the Pack do not remember — I say, that the Trees and the River may hear and hold fast if I forget; I say that this my knife shall be as a tooth to the Pack — and I do not think it is so blunt.

This is my Word which has gone from me.”

“Thou