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He began to wonder whether he would himself ride back to Kohara that afternoon. "Yes," replied Shere Ali quietly, "I have friends in Chiltistan," and he laid a stress upon the name of his country, as though he wished to show to Captain Phillips that he recognised no friends outside its borders.
She gave that evidence as he ended. She drew her cloak closer about her and shivered. "What did he say?" she asked. "To me? Nothing. We spoke only formally. All the way back to India we behaved as strangers. It was easier for both of us. I brought him down through Chiltistan and Kohara into India. I brought him down along the Road which at Eton we had planned to carry on together.
He turned in doubt to the letter which he held. "It seems," he read, "that there had been some trouble between this man and Shere Ali. There is a story that Shere Ali set him to work for a day upon a bridge just below Kohara. But I do not know whether there is any truth in the story. Nor can I find that any particular meaning is attached to the present.
"Safdar Khan of Kohara. May God keep your Highness in health. We have waited long for your presence." "What are you doing in Lahore?" asked Shere Ali. In the darkness he saw a flash of white as Safdar Khan smiled. "There was a little trouble, your Highness, with one Ishak Mohammed and Ishak Mohammed's son is still alive. He is a boy of eight, it is true, and could not hold a rifle to his shoulder.
At times, indeed, some spokesman from among the merchants of Kohara, the city of Chiltistan where year by year the caravans from Central Asia met the caravans from Central India, would come to his tent and expostulate. "We are better without the road, your Excellency.
He had, indeed, lost sight of the fact that the rebellion must be hopeless. "When," he asked, "will Chiltistan be ready?" "As soon as the harvest is got in," replied Ahmed Ismail. Shere Ali nodded his head. "You and I will go northwards to-morrow," he said. "To Kohara?" asked Ahmed Ismail. "Yes." For a little while Ahmed Ismail was silent.
Violet asked him anxiously for the proof. "I can tell to a day when the words were repeated in Kohara. For a fortnight after my coming the Mullahs still had hopes. They had heard nothing, and they met me always with salutations and greetings. Then came the day when I rode up the valley and a Mullah who had smiled the day before passed me as though he had not noticed me at all. The news had come.
The nobles and their followers came out to meet him with courteous words and protestations of good will. But they looked him over with curious and not too friendly eyes. News had gone before Shere Ali that the young Prince of Chiltistan was coming to Kohara wearing the dress of the White People. They saw that the news was true, but no word or comment was uttered in his hearing.
There was one particular story which Luffe was accustomed to tell as illustrative of the Chilti character. "There was a young man who lived with his mother in a little hamlet close to Kohara. His mother continually urged him to marry, but for a long while he would not. He did not wish to marry.
The next morning he rode among orchards bright with apricots and mulberries, peaches and white grapes, and in another day he looked down from a high cliff, across which the road was carried on a scaffolding, upon the town of Kohara and the castle of his father rising in terraces upon a hill behind.
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