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The Jungle Book

the shouting monkeys to a terrace above the red sandstone
reservoirs that were half-full of rain water. There was a
ruined summer-house of white marble in the center of the
terrace, built for queens dead a hundred years ago. The

domed roof had half fallen in and blocked up the
underground passage from the palace by which the queens
used to enter. But the walls were made of screens of
marble tracery—beautiful milk-white fretwork, set with
agates and cornelians and jasper and lapis lazuli, and as the
moon came up behind the hill it shone through the open
work, casting shadows on the ground like black velvet
embroidery. Sore, sleepy, and hungry as he was, Mowgli
could not help laughing when the Bandar-log began,
twenty at a time, to tell him how great and wise and
strong and gentle they were, and how foolish he was to
wish to leave them. ‘We are great. We are free. We are
wonderful. We are the most wonderful people in all the
jungle! We all say so, and so it must be true,’ they
shouted. ‘Now as you are a new listener and can carry our
words back to the Jungle-People so that they may notice
us in future, we will tell you all about our most excellent
selves.’ Mowgli made no objection, and the monkeys
gathered by hundreds and hundreds on the terrace to listen
to their own speakers singing the praises of the Bandar-

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