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The Khan was mystified by the words, but Phillips did not take the trouble to explain. He knew something of the Chilti character. They would have put up with the taxes, with the selling into slavery, with all the other abominations of the Khan's rule. They would have listened to the exhortations of the mullahs without anything coming of it, so long as no leader appeared.
Two nights ago, by the flat stone where the fairies dance, she heard them the voices of an innumerable multitude in the air talking the Chilti tongue talking of trouble to come in the near days." He spoke with burning eyes fixed upon the Resident and with his fingers playing nervously in and out among the hairs of his beard.
There was one particular story which Luffe was accustomed to tell as illustrative of the Chilti character. "There was a young man who lived with his mother in a little hamlet close to Kohara. His mother continually urged him to marry, but for a long while he would not. He did not wish to marry.
The defenders were driven out and bayoneted, the sangars seized, and the Chilti force enfolded while reinforcements clambered in support. "In three hours the position, which for eighteen days had resisted every attack and held the British force immobile, was in our hands. The way is clear in front of us. Manders is recommended for the Victoria Cross.
One evening, in a fit of passion, both women said they would stand it no longer. They ran out of the house and up the hillside, but as there was only one path they ran away together, quarrelling as they went. Then the young Chilti rose, followed them, caught them up, tied them in turn hand and foot, laid them side by side on a slab of stone, and quietly cut their throats.
In the bosom of the valley groups of great walnut-trees marked where the villages stood. Captain Phillips rode through the villages. Everywhere he was met with smiling faces and courteous salutes; but he drew no comfort from them. The Chilti would smile pleasantly while he was fitting his knife in under your fifth rib.
They were talking as they went, and they were talking in the Chilti tongue. Shere Ali hailed them and bade them stop. "On what journey are you going?" he asked, and one of the three bowed low and answered him. "Sir, we are going to Mecca." "To Mecca!" exclaimed Shere Ali. "How will you ever get to Mecca? Have you money?"
"If we receive you without the distinction which is no doubt your due," said Luffe politely, "you must remember that I make it a rule not to welcome visitors at night." The visitor smiled and bowed. "It is a great grief to his Highness Wafadar Nazim that you put so little faith in him," replied the Chilti. "See how he trusts you!
"The Government will be in no hurry to let us begin," replied Linforth drily. "There is a Resident at your father's court. Your father is willing, and yet there's not a coolie on the road." "Yes, but you will get your way," and again confidence rang in the voice of the Chilti prince. "It will not be I," answered Linforth. "It will be the Road.
It would be quite in keeping with the Chilti character for Shere Ali politely to escort him home knowing well that an assassin waited behind the door; and it was with a smile of some irony that he listened to Shere Ali taking his leave. "You will be safe, so long as you stay within your grounds. I will place a guard about the house. I do not make war against my country's guests.
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