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Updated: May 25, 2025
So after playing with it for a bit the child had slipped it onto his little forefinger, which he held up the better to admire his new-found treasure. So it came to pass that as Askurry's smooth, oily voice went on and on, those who listened could see a little image sitting on his knee.
And cruel brother Kumran's party laid their heads together once more, and swore it was time to end Prince Askurry's foolish hesitation. They must get at the child somehow. But by this time, if Prince Askurry had not quite made up his mind how he should treat Baby Akbar, he had quite settled that no one else least of all cruel brother Kumran should have anything to do with the child.
Now Princess Sultanam was Prince Askurry's wife, and she had a boy of her own who was about three years older than Baby Akbar, and a little daughter who had just been born about a month before.
The chiefs looked at each other furtively. There was a pause. Then suddenly an old, thin voice the voice of the old mountain chief, who remembered Babar the brave rose on the silence. "God save the Heir-to-Empire!" It gave the lead, and from every side rose the cry: "God save the Heir-to-Empire!" Prince Askurry's face fell.
Prince Askurry's son Yakoob was, as has been said, three years older than Akbar, a lanky, rather weedy lad-ling of nearly six. Now Prince Askurry was himself a noted wrestler, and was determined his son should be one also. So he had the boy carefully taught, and set a good deal of store by the quickness of the little fellow in learning the grips, and how to trip up an adversary.
The words were barely uttered when by pure chance Prince Askurry's foot caught in the ragged carpet, and ? And down he came flat as a pancake on the floor in the very lowliest salute that ever was made! The next moment, however, he sat up, half-stunned, and looked wrathfully at his little nephew. But Baby Akbar's honest open face was full of grieved sympathy.
He had tumbled down; but how, when, and where, and how the dog and the cat came to be with him no one ever knew from that day to this. Naturally when, after an uneventful journey with the shepherd as guide, they reached Prince Askurry's camp that evening, they came to talk over the incident. Foster-father was not sparing of Head-nurse.
One of the shepherds could speak a little Persian, and from him Foster-father, to his great relief, learned that Prince Askurry's camp was only a mile or two down the valley, so, feeling certain of being able to reach it before sundown, he called a halt, and they all lay down to rest in one of the tents, Baby Akbar between his two nurses for safety sake.
"Where is your token from the king, that I may know who you are?" But there was no token. "Then the child stays where he is," asserted Foster-father boldly. "Am I not right oh! Faithful?" "Assuredly my lord is right. Who knows but this man may be an emissary of those who would wile away the little lad from his uncle, Prince Askurry's protection. His other uncle, Kumran, is not so kind."
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