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Updated: June 18, 2025
A few frightened night-wanderers ran at sight of them, hiding down side streets, but when they brought up at last outside Jaimihr's palace-gate they had so far escaped recognition. And that meant that no one would carry word to Jaimihr or his men.
She tried hard, but she failed; so he put both arms under hers and lifted her. "Am I welcome?" he asked. And she nodded. Fresh from killing a man with a man's blood on his broken sword and the sweat of fighting not yet dry on him he held a woman in his arms for the first time in his life. His hand had been steady when it struck the blow under Jaimihr's ribs, but now it trembled.
The missionary and his daughter were mounted on the horses seized in Jaimihr's stable; Joanna, moaning about "three gold mohurs, sahib three, where are they?" was up behind Ali Partab, tossed like a pea on a drum-skin by the lunging movements of the wonder of a horse.
He has her with him in a carriage, under guard, for all his men are with him and he could spare no great guard for his palace. See! Look, sahib! Jaimihr's palace is in flames!" Alwa all but fell from his charger, laughing volcanically. The Rajput, who never can agree, can always see the humor in other Rajputs' disagreement. "Ho, but they are playing a great game with each other!" he shouted.
Beyond all doubt it was Jaimihr's army, for his elephants were not so gaudily harnessed as Howrah's, and his men were not so brilliantly dressed.
"Soho! And who is Ali Partab? He needs to learn manners. He has come to a stern school for them!" "Sahib great one Prince of swordsmen! Ali Partab is Mahommed Gunga-sahib's man. He bid me say that he is held a prisoner in a bear-cage in Jaimihr's palace and needs aid." Alwa's black beard dropped onto his chest as he frowned in thought. He had nine men with him.
No one member of the thirty but was on the alert for friction or sudden treachery; the were all eyes for each other, and the croaking fell on ears strained to the aching point. He had time to repeat his warning before one of Jaimihr's men stepped into the darkness where he hid and dragged him out. "Sahib, a woman came but now and brought the news. It was from the captain of the guard.
She was thinking more of the awful things those Moslem gentlemen would say about her should they come and discover her in Jaimihr's cell. "Listen, sahiba! From end to end of India thy people are either dead, or else face to face with death. There is no escape anywhere for any man or woman no hope, no chance. The British doom is sealed. So is the doom of every man who dared to side with them."
The cell walls seemed to throb. "Yes; but I shall come accompanied by my father, and Mr. Cunningham, and all the Rangars he can raise. And I shall hold you to your bargain. You must help the Company first. FIRST d'you understand?" "I understand." It was Jaimihr's turn now to lay the law down.
"Surely fifteen hundred. Not a sabre less." "All horsed and armed?" "Surely, bahadur. Of what use would be a rabble? I was speaking in terms of men able to fight, as one soldier to another." "Will you raise those men?" "Of a truth, I must, sahib!" Alwa laughed. "Jaimihr's thousands will be in no mind to lie leaderless and let Howrah ride rough-shod over them! They know his charity of old!
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