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Lalun finished her song, pointed to the Fort, and said simply: "Khem Singh." "Hm," said Wali Dad. "If the Pearl chooses to tell you the Pearl is a fool." I translated to Lalun, who laughed. "I choose to tell what I choose to tell. They kept Khem Singh in Burma," said she. "They kept him there for many years until his mind was changed in him. So great was the kindness of the Government.
So he raged up and down the West face of the Fort from morning till noon and from evening till the night, devising vain things in his heart, and croaking war-songs when Lalun sang on the City wall. As he grew more acquainted with the Subaltern he unburdened his old heart of some of the passions that had withered it.
The Subaltern would tell me of these conversations at the Club, and my desire to see Khem Singh increased. But Wali Dad, sitting in the window-seat of the house on the City wall, said that it would be a cruel thing to do, and Lalun pretended that I preferred the society of a grizzled old Sikh to hers.
"Though I have lost every belief in the world," said he, "and try to be proud of my losing, I cannot help hating a Jew. Lalun admits no Jews here." "But what in the world do all these men do?" I asked. "The curse of our country," said Wali Dad. "They talk. It is like the Athenians always hearing and telling some new thing.
In its prime it held ten thousand men and filled its ditches with corpses. "At peril of his head," sang Lalun, again and again. A head moved on one of the Ramparts the grey head of an old man and a voice, rough as shark-skin on a sword-hilt, sent back the last line of the chorus and broke into a song that I could not understand, though Lalun and Wali Dad listened intently. "What is it?" I asked.
So he raged up and down the West face of the Fort from morning till noon and from evening till the night, devising vain things in his heart, and croaking war-songs when Lalun sang on the City wall. As he grew more acquainted with the Subaltern he unburdened his old heart of some of the passions that had withered it.
The Muhammadan sat on the floor and glared. "One service more, Sahib, since thou hast come so opportunely," said Lalun. "Wilt thou" it is very nice to be thou-ed by Lalun "take this old man across the City the troops are everywhere, and they might hurt him for he is old to the Kumharsen Gate? There I think he may find a carriage to take him to his house.
The Subaltern would tell me of these conversations at the Club, and my desire to see Khem Singh increased. But Wali Dad, sitting in the window-seat of the house on the City wall, said that it would be a cruel thing to do, and Lalun pretended that I preferred the society of a grizzled old Sikh to hers.
Nasiban, her maid, said that her jewellery was worth ten thousand pounds, and that, some night, a thief would enter and murder her for its possession; but Lalun said that all the City would tear that thief limb from limb, and that he, whoever he was, knew it.
My companion mumbled and jabbered as we walked on until we were carried back by the crowd and had to force our way to the troops. I caught him by the wrist and felt a bangle there the iron bangle of the Sikhs but I had no suspicions, for Lalun had only ten minutes before put her arms round me.
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