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He was disposed to be friendly with the English, but being assassinated by Ajeet Singh on the 15th of September 1843, Dhuleep Singh was proclaimed Maharaja, and Heera Singh was raised to the dangerous office of vizier. The new vizier soon found that he could, no more than his predecessor, content the army.
Often from thy lips I have heard that there is no love in thy heart for any man even for me, but is it not a lie, the curious lie of a woman who resents a master?" Ajeet in a mingling of awe and anger had dropped into the formal "thou" pronoun instead of the familiar "you." "No, Ajeet, it is the truth; I do not tell lies."
If you are making any promises to Karowlee, I should make them in the name of Sindhia through Sirdar Baptiste, of course. And, Dewani, this restless cuss, Amir Khan, might make a treaty with the English any time. The dear fish-eyed Resident has been particularly active my spies can hardly keep up with him. I shouldn't lose any time Ajeet Singh sounds promising."
The priest took his place in front of the jamadars, sitting with his back to them, and placed upon the ground, first a white cloth of cotton, and then the velvet bag, upon which rested a silver pickaxe. When Ajeet saw the pickaxe he said angrily: "That is the emblem of thugs; we be decoits, not stranglers, Guru."
Ajeet objected no more, and in the new silence they could hear the shrill rasping of cicadae in the foliage of a gigantic elephant-creeper, that, like a huge python, crawled its way from branch to branch, sprawling across a dozen stately trees. From somewhere beyond was a steady "tonk! tonk! tonk!" like the beat of wood against a hollow pipe of the little green-plumaged coppersmith bird.
"That is but fair," Sookdee declared. "The ordeal of the heated cannon ball will surely burn the hand of the traitor if there is one," and he looked at Ajeet; and though suspicious that this was still another trap, Ajeet without cowardice could not decline. "I will take the ordeal," he declared.
And Bootea went back to the camp with Ajeet, suffused to silence by the strange thing that had happened, the strange infatuation for it was that that had so suddenly filled her heart for the handsome sahib whose soft, brave eyes had looked through hers into her very soul. Nana Sahib had assumed a gracious manner toward Ajeet Singh when Bootea had been brought to the nautch.
A slim hand was placed on Barlow's wrist and the girl said, "Sahib, I am just Bootea, please, please!" "And that's your reason for taking this awful chance, to save Ajeet and the others is it?" "There is another reason, Sahib." The girl dropped her eyes and turning a gold bangle on her wrist gazed upon a ruby that had the contour of a serpent's head.
Barlow sprang to his feet and paced the floor; then he plumped into the chair again, saying: "What an unholy scheme, even for India. Gad! how I wish I'd killed the brute when I had the chance." "I did not know that Hunsa had proposed this neither did Ajeet; for they wanted to get him in their power through the decoity so that if he refused permission he might be killed.
"As to that," Ajeet commented, "if Hunsa is right, it is written in our code of omens that hearing a cow call thus simply means that one of the party making the decoity will be killed; perhaps as he was the one to notice it, the evil will fall upon him." "You'd like that," Hunsa growled. "Not being given to lies, it would not displease me, for, as the hangman said, you would be better dead."
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