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"But how came she here?" The horseman briefly recounted the events as he had seen them in the capital of Allaha. "Who are you, maiden?" the Kumor asked in English, for, like all potentates, little or great, in India, he spoke English.
"Your Highness, there are those whose coming shortly will cause you much annoyance if you refuse to give me proper aid. There is no possible way for you to cover up my appearance here. Send me to the commissioner's bungalow, where I may await the coming of my friends." "Indeed!" The Kumor saw here a conflict not altogether to his liking.
Ahmed recognized him as the ambassador from the neighboring principality, ruled by a Kumor, who was in turn ruled by the British Raj. Kathlyn could not shut out the leer on his face. By midafternoon the gharry reached Bruce's camp. Ramabai and Pundita greeted Kathlyn with delight. All their troubles were over. They had but to mount the elephants and ride away.
Kathlyn looked up dully. "Convey her to his highness the Kumor!" The prince should decide what should be done with her. The Kumor was big and lazy and sensual. He gazed upon Kathlyn with eyes which sparkled evilly, like a cat's. "Who is this woman?" he demanded. "Highness, she is the white queen of Allaha, but who may say that she is here?" with a smile as evil as his master's.
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