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I don't understand.... Oh, very well." "And I was to say further, my lord, these words: 'You shall find but one way to Kathiapur." Amber shook his head, smiling. "If you don't mind getting yourself disliked on my account, Dulla Dad, you may take back to the author of that epigram this answer: 'You shall find but one way to Jehannum, and that right speedily. Good-morning, Dulla Dad."
What had it to do with the Gateway of Swords, the Voice, the Mind, the Eye, the Body, the Bell? "By the way, Mr. Raikes," said the Virginian suddenly, "what do they call the gate by which we entered the city the southern gate?" "The Gateway of Swords, I believe." Farrell, on the point of entering the house, overheard and turned. "Is that so? Why, I thought that gateway was in Kathiapur."
"Here," he added, pausing by the doorway, "you go first; she knows you." He pushed Amber on ahead. Stooping, the Virginian entered a small, rude chamber hollowed out of the rock of Kathiapur. A crude lamp in a bracket furnished all its illumination, filling it with a reek of hot oil.
At all events, she brooded over the thing, and when, five years or so ago, Mrs. Farrell died and the Colonel sent for Sophia to join him in India, Naraini well, she rebelled. He refused to let her leave England, and she finally took the bit in her teeth and ran away vanished and was never heard of again until Sophia recognised her in Kathiapur."
Sister of Babylon, Nineveh and Tyre, kin to Chitor and that proud city of the plains that Jai Singh abandoned when he built him his City of Victory, Kathiapur is as Tadmor dead. The shell remains; the soul has flown.
Hands off. He knows well that we've spies here, that enough has leaked out, unavoidably, to bring an army corps down on his back within twenty-four hours, if he permitted even the most innocent-seeming message to get out of the city." Amber whistled with dismay. "And you " "I'm going to find out for myself what's towards in Kathiapur." "You're going there alone?"
"Kathiapur was a sort of mousetrap; the brutes came out by twos and three, just as I said they would, for the better part of three days. It was either surrender or starve with them, and after five-sixths of them had elected not to starve we turned a couple of companies of Tommies into the place, and I don't believe they left unturned a stone big enough to hide a rabbit.
Even a brilliant chorus of sharp barks from an adjacent street failed to convince him that he had merely disturbed a pack of jackals, after all, and not the disconsolate brooding wraiths of those who had died and been buried in the imposing ruined tombs, what time Kathiapur boasted ten thousand swords and elephants by the herd. The way was difficult and Amber tired.
And in his heart he cursed, not Naraini, not Salig Singh, but himself for his inept folly in bringing to India the photograph which had been stolen from him and so had discovered to the conspirators his interest in the girl. He thought swiftly of Dulla Dad's parting admonition: "You shall find but one way to Kathiapur." "Well, sir? Well?"
"It's the day's work, my boy. I'm not sure I shan't enjoy it. Besides, I mayn't hang back where my subordinates have not feared to go. We've had a man in Kathiapur since day before yesterday." "And I? What am I to do?" "Your place is at Miss Farrell's side. No; you'd be only a hindrance to me. Get that out of your thoughts.
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