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Sunni, too, found it hot when the pundit came. But an English pundit 'Moti-ji, said Sunni, laying his arm around the little prince's neck as they rode together, 'do you love me? Moti caught Sunni's hand as it dropped over his shoulder. 'You know that in my heart there is only my father's face and yours, Sahib's son, he said. 'Will you do one thing, then, for love of me? asked Sunni eagerly.
Skag now recalled the young man with the rifle a well-fed, well-groomed, well-educated young Englishman, thoroughly qualified sometime, to make a successful civil engineer and a career and fortune for himself in India. The girl apparently had not seen Skag so far. The pandit had called her Gul Moti-ji.
For thirty days my son has asked this of me, and ten days ago his mother died so he must have it. Tooni salaamed humbly. 'If the boy finds favour in Your Highness's eyes it is very good, she said simply, and turned to go. 'Stop, said the Maharajah. 'I will do justice in this matter. I desire the boy, but I have brought his price. Where is it, Moti-ji?
A girl came to the door. All life was changed for Skag. . . . The girl, seeing the shadowed face of the pandit, inquired if he sorrowed with any sorrow. "Only the sorrow that over-shadows thy house, Gul Moti-ji." Ratna Ram explained that he had come in warning, but also in equal service for the priests of Hanuman who wanted the life of her cousin A. V. the young stranger from England.
The girl answered the voice within. . . . So her name was also Carlin. She had many names surely, but Skag liked this last one best. She turned to the pandit now, speaking slowly: "Did one of the priests of Hanuman come to you with this story just now?" "Yes, Gul Moti-ji." "Is he waiting?" "Yes." "Will he take me to the place of the wounded one?" The pandit considered.
The girl's eyes were filled with shadows and great energies also. "If his life could be saved?" "Then his life could be saved, Gul Moti-ji," the pandit replied briefly, but Skag knew he meant the life of the cousin. "Is it far?" "Yes, two hours' walk." Someone within the door of the bungalow now spoke, saying: "Carlin, dear, I may be a bit late you must not be troubled about me."
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