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He turned and gazed at the man, wondering whether Ahmed Ismail played with him or not. But Ahmed bore the scrutiny without a shadow of embarrassment. "Is she in India, Huzoor?" Shere Ali hesitated. Some memory of the lessons learned in England was still alive within him, bidding him guard his secret. But the memory was no longer strong enough. He bowed his head in assent. "In Calcutta?" "Yes."
"I have spoken to my father," he said simply. "Imam Din, tell thy Naik that his woman is dismissed my service." "Huzoor!" said Imam Din, stooping low. "For no fault of hers." "Protector of the Poor!" And to-day." "Khodawund!" "It is an order! Go!" Again the salute, and Imam Din departed, with that same set of the back which he wore when he had taken an order from Strickland.
I wish poor Violet were here out of the heat and glare. How she'd love all this beauty, these trees, these gardens, the glorious mountains!" He sighed as he thought of the woman who was so far away. "Huzoor, that is the Mess" broke in the voice of his mahout, as he pointed to a long, red-tiled building half-hidden among the trees a few hundred feet above them.
"Yes, Huzoor," and Ahmed's eyes flashed at the question. "I met three men from Chiltistan on the Lowari Pass. They were going down to Kurachi. I, too, must make the pilgrimage to Mecca." He stood watching the flame of the lamp as he spoke, and spoke in a monotonous dull voice, as though what he said were of little importance.
"Cawnpore is not Calcutta," and he turned in a gust of fury upon Ahmed Ismail. "Do you play with me, Ahmed Ismail?" "Upon my head, no! Light of my life, hope of my race, who would dare?" and he was on the ground at Shere Ali's feet. "Do I indeed speak follies? I pray your Highness to bethink you that the summer sets its foot upon the plains. She will go to the hills, Huzoor.
But the voice rose again, claiming admission to the fort, and this time a name was uttered urgently, an English name. "Don't fire," cried Luffe to the sentinel, and he leaned over the wall. "You come from Wafadar Nazim, and alone?" "Huzoor, my life be on it." "With news of Sahib Linforth?"
And all the while here were my own people willing at a sign to offer me their homage." He spoke in Pushtu, and Ahmed Ismail drank in every word. "They wanted a leader, Huzoor," he said. "I turned away from them like a fool," replied Shere Ali, "while I sought favours from the white women like a slave." "Your Highness shall take as a right what you sought for as a favour."
He loved children, and felt that it was madness to allow these babies to continue their dangerous pastime. "Have they a mother?" he asked the mahout. "Yes, Huzoor. "I want to dismount," said Frank; and he grasped the surcingle rope as the elephant sank jerkily to its knees. Then sliding down from the pad he entered the gate and passed up through the garden towards the bungalow.
As he sat puzzling over the problem the servant who waited on him entered the room and salaamed. "Ghurrib Parwar! The English missie baba sends salaams and wishes to speak with you." Dermot sprang up hastily. "Where is she, Rama? In the lounge?" "No, Huzoor. The missie baba is in the Red Garden." "Where is that?" "It is the Rajah's own private garden, through there."
"How long have you been with it?" "Five years, Huzoor." "What is its name?" And indeed he is a badshah among elephants. No one but a Mussulman would treat him with disrespect. Your Honour sees that he is a Gunesh and worthy of reverence." The animal, which was a large and well-shaped male, possessed only one tusk, the right. The other had never grown.
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