Premise: Stand to the rear-pole , Sonoo and Taree . '<br>They obeyed swiftly .<br>` Lower now , and lift in that holy man .<br>I will see to the village and your virtuous wives till ye return . '<br>` When will that be ? '<br>` Ask the priests .<br>Do not pester me .<br>Lay the food-bag at the foot , it balances better so . '<br>` Oh , Holy One , thy Hills are kinder than our Plains ! '<br>cried Kim , relieved , as the lama tottered to the litter .<br>` It is a very king 's bed -- a place of honour and ease .<br>And we owe it to -- ' ' A woman of ill-omen .<br>I need thy blessings as much as I do thy curses .<br>It is my order and none of thine .
Hypothesis: blessings and curses are needed