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Updated: April 30, 2025
And no one saw her set the jar down by the door. No one except the prisoner inside heard her knock. "Have you water, Jaimihr-sahib?" she inquired.
She looked down between them at the thing that but a minute since had lived, and loved perhaps as well as hated. "Shame on you, Jaimihr-sahib!" she said, shuddering. A year ago she would have fallen from her pony in a swoon, but one year of Howrah and its daily horrors had so hardened her that she could look and loathe without the saving grace of losing consciousness.
"How many men could you summon to the Company's aid?" she asked him. He laughed. "Ten thousand!" he boasted. "Armed and drilled men soldiers fit to fight?" "Surely." "I think that is a lie, Jaimihr-sahib. There is not time enough to waste on lies. Tell me the exact truth, please." He contrived to save his face, or, rather, he contrived to make himself believe he did.
You have told me that you know where it is, and you have offered to show it to me. You have told me that you and your brother Maharajah Howrah and the priests of Siva are the only men who know where it is, and you lust for that treasure! I can see you lust! You think that I lust too, and you make a great mistake Jaimihr-sahib! You see, I remember what you have told me.
It was death-dark outside the bronze-hinged double gate; only a dim lamp hung above from chains, to show how dark it was, and the moon cut off by trees and houses on a bluff of rising ground lent nothing to the gloom. "Open! The jaimihr-sahib comes!" shouted Alwa and one of his horsemen legged up close beside the gate.
"Jaimihr-sahib" she raised her voice a little now "if I help you to escape, will you promise me my safety under all conditions?" "Surely, sahiba!" "Do you swear to protect every living person on this hill, including the Alwa-sahib and Cunningham-sahib?" "Surely, sahiba." "You swear it?" "I swear it on my honor. There is no more sacred oath." "Then, listen. I can help you to escape now.
Mother of a murrain, have I not trouble sufficient for one man? Who bears bad news to a prince, or to any but his enemy? I with these two eyes I saw what happened to the men who bore bad news to Howrah once. I with this broom of mine I helped clean up the mess. Deliver thine own message!" "Nay. Afterward I will say this to the Jaimihr-sahib in person.
"Give this man clothing fit for a man of mine!" commanded Alwa. "Sahib, there is none; perhaps the Jaimihr-sahib " "I have ordered!"
I came for Ali Partab! If I get him, unharmed, I ride away again; but otherwise " "What otherwise?" asked the captain of the guard. "This palace burns!" There was a momentary consultation no argument, but a quickly reached agreement. "He is here, unharmed," declared the captain gruffly. "Bring him out!" "What proof have we that he is all you came for?" "My given word." "But the Jaimihr-sahib "
She felt herself trembling for the consequences. "Sahiba, there is only one condition that would make me ride to the British aid with all my men." "Name it!" "Thou art it!" "I don't understand you, Jaimihr-sahib," she whispered, understanding all too well. "Follow me. Come to me in Howrah.
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