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Updated: September 21, 2025
It was not fair, she would say afterwards, to match a baby of two with a child of six, and then she would try to hug the vanquished Heir-to-Empire and cover him with kisses; but Akbar, always independent, resented this.
Then there was Roy, the Râjput lad, whom the royal fugitives had found half dead from sunstroke in the wide, sandy Râjputana deserts, and whom, with their customary kindness, they had succoured and befriended, putting him on as a sort of page boy to the little Heir-to-Empire. He was a tall, slim lad for his twelve years, was Roy, with a small, well-set head and a keen, well-cut face. And his eyes!
And he did; indeed, in the history books he takes great credit to himself for having found it out. But then he was a boaster. Then did Dearest-Lady really bind Kumran by an oath not to harm the Heir-to-Empire until she returned?
It could never have been locked!! Had they forgotten, or, having secured the Heir-to-Empire, had they not cared what became of the henchman? The latter, most likely, for there was no sentry in the arched passage along which Down had already disappeared.
Now, strange as this may sound to my readers, Prince Askurry, who was accustomed to the Indian habit of settling that quite little boys and girls should marry each other when they grew up, could not help at once seeing that his wife's suggestion was not such a bad one. It would help him to keep a hold over the little Heir-to-Empire.
A dignified, gracious-looking image with forefinger held up in the attitude of kingly command; and on that forefinger what? The Signet of the King! The Ring of Empire! It was unmistakable! Askurry must have found it in his fugitive brother's tent. He must have concealed it. Uncertain what part he meant to play in the end, he must have worn it on his person until the child the true Heir-to-Empire
Across such a bridge as this the hill children walk as easily as an English child does over a great brick span; but Head-nurse resolutely refused to set foot over it herself, much less to allow the Heir-to-Empire to risk his neck on such an appallingly dangerous structure.
So soon as he was strong again he must go back to his mother, go back to a people who, tired of rebellion, were longing for their old rulers. "You see, brother, I am a King," said Roy sorrowfully, "and Kings cannot always do what they like." "Do you think they ever do, really?" asked the little Heir-to-Empire gravely, "for I don't."
Now, one night there was a great festival in the palace, and the Heir-to-Empire had to go and pay his respects, after the Indian manner on feast days, to his aunt and uncle. Then, when he returned, they sent him, after Indian wont, trays full of fruit and sugar-toffee made in the shape of animals, and a few pieces of muslin and stuffs to make new dresses for the party.
It should not, however, happen again. Of course, Head-nurse tried to brazen it out and assert that the Heir-to-Empire could always count on a miracle in his favour; but in her heart-of-hearts she knew that Foster-father was right. So next morning she said nothing when she saw a camel with two panniers kneeling in front of the tent, ready for its load.
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