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I thought but to make sure of thee and bid thee welcome, as a faithful steward should, to thy motherland.... Maha Rao Rana, Har Dyal Rutton Bahadur, Heaven-born, King of Kings, Chosen of the Voice, Cherished of the Eye, Beloved of the Heart, bone of the bone and flesh of the flesh of the Body, Guardian of the Gateway of Swords!... I, thy servant, Salig Singh, bid thee welcome to Bharuta!"
Out of ye all have I chosen him to lead thee in the work of healing; for I thy Mother, I Medhyama, I Bharuta, I the Body from which ye are sprung, call me by whatever name ye know me I am laid low with a great sickness.... Yea, I am stricken and laid low with a sickness." A great and bitter wailing arose from the multitude.
I love thee and ... by all the gods, thou art altogether a woman!" "And thou ... a man, your Highness?" she countered provokingly. "Nay!" she continued, evading him with a supple squirm, "be content until this affair be consummated. Wait until the time when an empress shall reign over all Bharuta and thou, my lord, shall be her Minister of State." The man's voice shook.
The Voice addressed itself directly to the kneeling man. He stiffened and roused. "Thou hast heard of the honour we confer upon thee I Medhyama, thy Mother, and these my children, thy brothers. Ye shall lead and shall rule in Bharuta. Are ye ready?" Half hypnotised, Amber opened his mouth, but no words came. His chin dropped to his breast.
"Madam," he said with an absurdly formal bow, "I am not your husband." She opened her arms with infinite allure. "It is so little that is asked of thee only to ascend thy father's throne and be honoured of all Bharuta, only to wield the sceptre that is thine by right, only to reign an undisputed king in two kingdoms Khandawar and thy Naraini's heart!"
It is time.... Ye have heard, ye have answered; make ready, for the day of the cleansing approacheth. Whet thy swords for the days of the healing, for my cleansing can be but by steel. Yea, thy swords shall do away with the Evil, and the land shall run red with the blood of Bharuta, the blood of thy Mother; it shall run to the sea as a river, bearing with it the Red Evil.
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