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Updated: July 21, 2025
But when they saw the Heir-to-Empire safe on the other side, they consented to be carried across pick-a-back. So there they were before long eating goats' milk cheese fried like a beefsteak and drinking long draughts of a sort of sour milk.
So he might be able to warn the guns not to fire on the bastion; might be able to tell them that the Heir-to-Empire hung there! What a number of "might be ables"; but would he be able, even for the first task? He took up his sword and began forthwith on the iron bar; but the mortar was hard, he could scarcely make a mark upon it. Still, it must be done.
In your charge lies the safety of the Heir-to-Empire." The words sank into the very hearts of those who stood watching the group of hurrying figures making its way rapidly toward the hills. "Pray Heaven," muttered Old Faithful anxiously, "that they be over the rise before those who follow see them." So they stood fearfully watching, watching.
The next instant a furious barking showed that he was on the alert to defend his young charges, and Roy had to call to him again and again before he was satisfied that the newcomer was a friend. "Why, what a long time you've been coming," said the Heir-to-Empire calmly. "We've had our breakfast, 'cos we couldn't wait any longer. You can't have come as fast as you could.
If she, Head-nurse, died of sunstroke what matter, but if Foster-mother failed, what even though one back tooth had been gloriously cut would become of the Heir-to-Empire, the Admired-of-the-World, the Great-in-Pomp, etc.? So, to comfort herself she went on mumbling titles as she struggled along, the sun beating fiercely on her bare head.
Prince Askurry must know that Humâyon or his friends were close at hand, or he would not be in such a desperate hurry to send away the Heir-to-Empire. And this, indeed, was the truth. The fear of a rescue was so real and immediate that Prince Askurry had had to make his decision in a minute.
As Head-nurse had foretold, the coming of his little sister had been an immense gain to the Heir-to-Empire; not only in manners, but also in his outlook upon life. For Princess Bakshee Bâni Begum was a very determined small person, who did not in the least see why the elder sister of a boy should give way to him in all things, simply because he was Heir-to-Empire.
"And anyhow it matters little if either or both of you be Kings, since ye are in cruel Kumran's power." "Not till my Dearest-Lady returns," dissented little Akbar gravely. "Head-nurse said so; and if cruel Uncle Kumran is to get me, Dearest-Lady won't come back. I know she won't so there!" And, as events turned out, the Heir-to-Empire was right!
Foster-father almost gave up hope, yet he said little, though he took counsel with Old Faithful, and he in his turn consulted the old mountain chief, who at the assemblage had been the first to cry, "Long live the Heir-to-Empire." But the old man shook his head. The times were new, he said; very few people remembered, as he did, the old ways, the old Kings.
So he must have been sent by some one; and therefore some one must be alive and desire him to know the fact. In truth, both his wife, Foster-mother, and Head-nurse had been racking their brains how to find out where either the Heir-to-Empire or Foster-father were imprisoned until little Bija had said, "Tell Tumbu to seek for them. If you show him Mirak's cap and say, 'Go seek, he will go."
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