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Updated: May 7, 2025
"And, look here, you stop calling me 'Hazoor. I'm no more a hazoor than you are idiot!" "Nay," contended the babu reproachfully; "is it right that you should seek to hoodwink me? Have I not eyes with which to see you, ears that can hear you speak our tongue, hazoor? I am no child, to be played with I, the appointed Mouthpiece of the Voice!"
Almost grovelling, the babu answered him in Urdu: "Hazoor, I am your slave " Without thinking Amber couched his retort in the same tongue: "Count yourself lucky you are not, dog!" "Nay, hazoor, but I meant no harm. I was resting, being fatigued, in the shelter of the wood, when the noise of hoofs disturbed me and I stepped out to see.
"I was to say, 'Hasten, hazoor, for the night " "I've heard that, too. You mean you're to lead me to somebody, somewhere you can't say where?" "Aye, hazoor, even so." "Get over there, in the corner, while I think this over and don't move or I'll make you a present of a nice young bullet, Dulla Dad." "That is as Allah wills; only remember, hazoor, the injunction for haste."
The Bengali drew himself up, holding up his head and rolling forth his phrases in a voice of great resonance and depth. "These be the words of the Voice, hazoor: "'To all my peoples: "'Even now the Gateway of Swords yawns wide, that he who is without fear may pass within; to the end that the Body be purged of the Scarlet Evil. "'The Elect are bidden to the Ordeal with no exception."
"My lord will not forget?" "Be sure of that, Dulla Dad.... Well, what are you waiting for?" "We are arrived, hazoor," said the native calmly. "If you will be pleased to step ashore, having care lest you overturn the boat, the steps are on your left." "Where?... Oh!" Amber's tentative hand, groping in obscurity, fell upon a slab of stone, smooth and slippery, but solid. "You mean here?"
In short, he raised such a rumpus that some of the sepoys came in to investigate and went out again, hastily, to testify to their fellows that the hazoor was a man of fluent wrath, surprisingly versed in the art and practice of abuse.
"I did but think to anticipate your impatience, knowing that you would assuredly come." "Ah, you knew that, Dulla Dad? How did you know?" The man giggled softly, plying a busy paddle. "Am I not of the palace, hazoor? What are secrets in the house of kings? Gossip of herders and bazaar-women!" "And how much more do you know, Dulla Dad?" Amber's tone was ominous. "I, hazoor?
Salig Singh paused, with a wave of his hand calling Amber's attention to the superb brutes. "Thou canst see, hazoor, that all is prepared!" "For what?" But Salig Singh merely smiled enigmatically, and shaking a patient head, passed on.
"This is not the way " "Be not mistrustful of your slave, hazoor," whined the native. "I do the bidding of those before whose will I am as a leaf in the wind. It is an order that I land you on the bund of the royal summer pavilion, by the northern shore of the lake. There will you find one waiting for you, my lord."
Simultaneously Amber heard a cry go up, shrill above the clamour of the mob, screaming that a white sailor had knifed the goldsmith. And he turned pale beneath his tan. "You hear, hazoor? They are naming you to the police-wallahs. Come!" "You're right." Amber fell into a long, free stride that threatened quickly to distance the Gurka's short, sturdy legs. "Yet why do you take this trouble for me?"
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