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The ayah shrank away from him and tried to scream, but he gripped her by the throat and shook her. "Speak!" he growled again. But his ten iron fingers held her in a vise-like grip and she could not have answered him if she had tried to. "O Risaldar!" called Ruth suddenly, with her head still out of the window. He released the ayah and let her tumble as she pleased into a heap. "Heavenborn?"
The general sahib from Jundhra and your husband's guns and others, making one division, are engaged with rebels eight or nine miles from here. We saw part of the battle as we rode!" "Who wins?" "It is doubtful, heavenborn! How could we tell from this distance?" "Have you a horse for me?" "Ay, heavenborn! Here! Bring up that horse, thou, and Suliman's!
I can't believe that! How was it that my orders said nothing of it then?" "That, sahib, I know not not having written out thy orders! I heard that thy orders came. I knew, as I have known this year past, what storm was brewing. I knew, too, that the heavenborn, thy wife, is here. I am thy servant, sahib, as I was thy father's servant we serve one Queen; thy honor is my honor.
"What is that red glow on the skyline over yonder?" "A burning, heavenborn!" "A burning? What burning? Funeral pyres? It's very big for funeral pyres!" "Nay, heavenborn!" "What, then?" She was still unfrightened, unsuspicious of the untoward. The Risaldar's arrival on the scene had quite restored her confidence and she felt content to ride with him to Jundhra on the morrow.
More often she read aloud to him while he lay back with his leveled eyes gravely on her till the gentle, cool abstraction she affected was disturbed and her perplexed lashes rose to reproach the intensity of his gaze. She was of those women who have the heavenborn faculty of making home of such fortuitous elements as are to their hands.
There are steps then ten steps downward to the stone floor where the priestling lies." "Good! I can find him. Now pick up the heavenborn yonder in those great arms of thine, and bear her gently! Gently, I said! So! Have a care, now, that she is not injured against the corners. My honor, aye, my honor and yours and all our duty to the Raj you bear and and have a care of the corners?"
Rear rank 'bout-face!" barked the Risaldar, and there was another clattering and stamping on the stone floor as the panting chargers pranced into the fresh formation, back to back. "The memsahib!" growled Mahommed Khan. "Where is she?" "My son!" said the High Priest. "Bring me my son!" "A life for a life! Thy heavenborn first!" "Nay! Show me my son first!"
"There was something in his voice which reminded me of . . ." she recalled a celebrated actor. "He would make a fine Hamlet, a heavenborn Hamlet." As they left the gardens Margaret said, "I have a feeling, Mike, that someone has been watching us ever since we came into the gardens have you?" "No," Michael said. "I hadn't any eyes or ears for anything but you." Margaret smiled.
"Memsahib! Thy husband left thee in my care. Surely it is my right to choose the way?" "Leave me, then! I relieve you of your trust. I will not have him tortured in my room, or anywhere!" Mahommed Khan bowed low. "Under favor, heavenborn," he answered, "my trust is to your husband. I can be released by him, or by death, not otherwise."
I'm coming!" She had recovered far enough to climb the ladder and the steep stone stair above it, and Suliman climbed up behind her, grumbling dreadful prophecies of what would happen to the priests now that Mohammed Khan had come. "Is all well, Risaldar?" she asked him. "Nay, heavenborn! All is not well yet!
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