Magic is a great thing and scarcely any one knows anything about it except a few people in old books--and Mary a little, because she was born in India where there are fakirs. I believe Dickon knows some Magic, but perhaps he doesn't know he knows it.

Mosques, minarets, temples, fakirs, pagodas, tigers, snakes, elephants!

I was prepared, I think, for shrouded priests or naked fakirs. But this seemed to say that the devilry was over all the earth.

Then there were holy men, ash-smeared fakirs by their brick shrines under the trees at the riverside, with whom he was quite familiar - greeting them as they returned from begging-tours, and, when no one was by, eating from the same dish.