May 3, 2026

A CONFERENCE OF THE POWERS by RUDYARD KIPLING

A CONFERENCE OF THE POWERS by RUDYARD KIPLING
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The story (Summary by The Kipling Society) at 1001 Classic Short Stories & Tales

“I” tells this story, in which his rooms in London (Kipling lived during this time in rooms in Villiers Street, next to Charing Cross Station) are the setting for a chance meeting of an eminent English writer Eustace Cleever (or ‘Cleaver’ in the footnote to “Slaves of the Lamp — II” in Stalky & Co.) with three young army officers just arrived on leave in London from service in India and Burma, ‘Tick’ Boileau, Nevin, and ‘The Infant’, an impressively large young man.

The three have read and deeply admired Cleever’s book, set in the Infant’s county (‘all my people live there’), and their enthusiastic questioning leads Cleever to drop from the manner of ‘the pundit caste’ into colloquial speech — and to realize that, much as he knows of the English countryside and country people, he knows nothing of the Subaltern of the Line.

As they begin to tell him a little, he remarks: ‘the whole idea of warfare seems so foreign and unnatural, so essentially vulgar . . . ‘ “I” explains quickly that all three have ‘seen service’ which leads to Cleever’s demanding that they tell him about it. Whereupon the Infant tells the story of his campaign against murderous dacoits in the Burmese jungle, an assault on a village, and the capture of Boh Na-ghee the dacoit leader. Cleever is delighted, and accompanies the three young men when they leave to dine out and go on to the Empire Music-Hall. They return great friends, and on leaving, Cleever quotes Thomson to “I” to the effect that life is greater than art: ‘Whereupon I understood that Eustace Cleever, decorator and colourman in words, was blaspheming his own Art, and would be sorry for this in the morning.’