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Updated: May 3, 2025
Rosemary paid out as much of it as she dared, and then made the end fast round the cannon, leaning over to see whether Jaimihr would have sense enough or skill enough to cut himself free and fall. But he hung where he was and spun, and it was five minutes before Rosemary remembered that his weapons had all been taken from him!
She was alone in a cell with Jaimihr, and she could get out of it if she would name her terms! She must name them she must hurry what were they? What were her terms? She could not think. "Understand, sahiba. Certain things are sure. It is sure my men will come. It is sure that every Rangar on this rock will meet a very far from pleasant death "
They caught sound of the hammering hoofs too late. Two gongs boomed in the rock. The windlass creaked. Five seconds too late Jaimihr gathered up his reins, spurred, wheeled, and shouted to the men behind him.
"At present, Jaimihr is the danger, Miss-sahib; but I think that at present he will dare do nothing. The Maharajah dare do nothing either, yet. Should either of them make a move to interfere with you, it would not be safe to appeal to the other one. You will not understand, but it is so. In that event, there is a way to safety of which I would warn you." "Thank you, Mahommed Gunga. What is it?"
Because the streets were full of men whose allegiance was doubtful yet, because he himself would be too occupied to sit like a spider in a web and watch the intentions of the crowd unfold, Jaimihr had turned out every retainer to his name, and had scattered them about the city, with orders, if they were needed, to rally on a certain point.
And with just as little ceremony word came out that the Maharajah would please himself as to what he did with prisoners. That message was followed almost instantly by the high priest of Siva in person, angry as a turkey-gobbler and blasphemously vindictive. He it was who told Jaimihr of the unexpected departure through the palace-grounds. "Ride, Jaimihr-sahib! Ride!" he advised him.
His brother Jaimihr in his place, unsapped yet by decadent delights, would have loosed his five thousand on the countryside butchered any who opposed him pressed into service those who merely lagged and would have plunged India in a welter of blood before the priests had time to mature their plans and arrange to keep all the power and plunder to themselves.
And, swooping shooting sliding down the trail like a storm-loosed avalanche, they could see the nine go, led by Alwa. No living creature could have looked away! Below, entirely unconscious of the coming shock, the mounted sepoys waited behind Jaimihr in four long, straight lines.
He felt he would prefer to keep Jaimihr prisoner for the present. "Also, sahib" fresh facets of the situation kept appearing to him as he sparred for time "with Jaimihr in a cage I can drive a bargain with his brother. While I keep him in the cage, Howrah must respect my wishes for fear lest otherwise I loose Jaimihr to be a thorn in his side anew.
It was then, at the moment when they halted, that Jaimihr reached a quick decision and the wrong one. He knew by now that his brother had won the first trick in the game of treachery, for he could see the smoke and flames of his burning palace from where he sat his horse.
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