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Updated: June 12, 2025
There was a pause, and the clang repeated another pause a third reverberating, humming metal notice of an interruption, and the doors swung wide. A Hindoo, salaaming low so that the expression of his face could not be seen, called out down the long length of the hall. "The Alwa-sahib waits, demanding audience!" There was no change apparent on Howrah's face.
The accompanying horse was a gift to the Alwa-sahib. The Alwa-sahib himself would be a welcome guest whenever he might care to come. The document was placed in a silver tube and scaled. Within the space of half an hour a horseman was kicking up the desert dust, riding as though he carried news of life-and-death importance, and with another man and a led horse galloping behind him.
"We are neither of us dreaming, Alwa-sahib. Jaimihr is the dreamer. Let him dream in Howrah City for a day or two, while we get ready. Let him lead his men away and leave the road clear for us to pass in and out." "But " "Oh, I know. He is your prisoner, and your honor is involved, and all that kind of thing.
All of his precepts, taken singly or collectively, bid him be nothing but a man, and no law forbids him accept the hospitality of soldiers of another creed. So Jaidev Singh walked off to feed on curried beef that would have made a Hindoo know himself for damned. Cunningham then turned on Alwa. "Now is the time, Alwa-sahib," he said in a level voice.
Within an hour Jaimihr's men were streaming from the four quarters of the compass, hurrying to be on the winning side, and forming into companies as they were ordered. Then Cunningham gave another order. "Alwa-sahib, will you take another flag of truce, please, and ride with not more than two men to Maharajah Howrah. Tell him that I want him here at once to settle about this treasure."
He understood why Byng had signed the transfer, and he knew knew knew deep down inside him that his chance had come! "It seems that another Cunningham is to have the honor of preserving Rangars' titles for them," he smiled. "How many horsemen could the Alwa-sahib raise?" "That would depend!" Alwa was in no mood to commit himself.
"Will you be kind enough to feed him, Alwa-sahib?" Alwa resented the imputation against his hospitality instantly. "Nay, I was waiting for his money in advance!" he laughed. "Food waits, thou. Thou art a Sikh thou eatest meat meat, then, is ready." The Sikh, or at least the true Sikh, is not hampered by a list of caste restrictions.
"I obey him! I go with him!" growled Mahommed Gunga. "Sahib, I would like time to think this over." "How much time? I thought you quick-witted when you made Jaimihr prisoner. Has that small success undermined your power of decision? I know my mind. Mahommed Gunga knows his, Alwa-sahib." "I ask an hour. There are many points I must consider. There is the prisoner for one thing."
I have been talking to the Alwa-sahib, but he seems too obsessed with his own predicament to be able to make things quite clear. Now, go ahead and tell me what you know about conditions in the city. Remember, you are under orders! Try and consider yourself a scout, reporting information to your officer. Tell me every single thing, however unimportant."
"You can hand him over to the custody of the first British column we can get in touch with, Alwa-sahib. That will relieve you of further responsibility to Howrah and will insure a fair trial of any issue there may be between yourself and Jaimihr." Alwa scowled. No Rajput likes the thought of litigation where affairs of honor are concerned.
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