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"I will wait until he does attack," the Maharajah answered. "For the moment we are friends and have a cause in common." "Howrah's men will desert to you the moment you make a move to win the throne," they assured Jaimihr. "Wait!" answered Jaimihr. "Wait but a day or two. I will move fast as I see fit when I am ready. For the present my cause and my brother's cause are one."
The two blades locked, and bent like springs as they wrenched at them. Cunningham's blade snapped. He snatched at his mare and spun her before Jaimihr could recover, then rammed both spurs in and bore down on the Prince with half a sabre. He had him on the near side at a disadvantage. Jaimihr spurred and tried to maneuver for position, and the half sabre went home just below his ribs.
The big beam lifted on her hands with barely more effort than was needed to lift up the water-jar; the door opened a little way, and she tried, while she passed the water in, to peer through the darkness at the prisoner. But there were no windows to that cell, and such dim light as there was came from behind her. "They have bound me, sahiba, in this corner," groaned Jaimihr. "I cannot reach it.
"Who is that mother of corruption?" demanded Jaimihr; and a man came running to him. "Who is that eyesore? I have never seen her, have I?" "Highness, she is a beggar woman. She sat by the gate, and pretended to a power of telling fortunes which it would seem she does possess in some degree.
Most people did smile when young Cunningham looked pleased with them; but she smiled differently. And he, with that blood still wet on him, bent down and kissed her on the lips. Her answer was as characteristic as his action. "You look like a blackguard," she said "but you came, and I knew you would! I told Jaimihr you would, and he laughed at me. I told God you would, and you came!
It was the priests who made it possible for Jaimihr to dare take his part in the ceremony; without them he would not have entered his brother's palace-yard unless five thousand men at least were there to guard his back but, if there was danger where the priests were, there was safety too.
The saices were sent scattering among the crowd to give the alarm and send the rest of his contingent hurrying back; Jaimihr and his ten drove home their spurs, and streaked, as the frightened jackal runs when a tiger interrupts them at their worry, hell-bent-for-leather up the unlit street. Then Maharajah Howrah's custom-accorded dignity stood him in good stead.
He was recalling the terms of the agreement made with Jaimihr; he remembered it included the sparing of all of Alwa's men, and not the firing on them. A thousand of Jaimihr's cavalry swooped from the shelter of the infantry, opened out a very little, and, mistaking Cunningham's delay for fear, bore down with a cheer and something very like determination.
She trembled now with joy at the thought that she she the most helpless and useless of all of them might save the lives of all. But then another phase of the problem daunted her. She might help Jaimihr go. He might escape unobserved with her aid. But then? What then? What would the Rangars do to her? Had she sufficient courage to face that?
You ought to reach Howrah at dusk tomorrow, for you'll find it quite impossible to travel fast you're both of you too stiff, for one thing. Lie up somewhere Joanna will know of a place until the old woman has taken in a message to Jaimihr, and wait until he sends you some men to escort you through the outskirts of the city. I've got disguises ready for you a pugree for you, Mr.
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