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Or his voice, deep and soft as the sitar when it sings of love? His women said some one thing, some another, but none of these ladies were of royal blood, and therefore they knew not. Now one day, the all-privileged jester of the King, said, laughing harshly: "Maharaj, you divert yourself. But how if, while we feast and play, the Far Away Princess glided past and was gone, unknown and unwelcomed?"
The strong liqueur seemed to have no effect on him. Then he said: "Well, find a plan yourself. But I must get the girl." Chunerbutty pretended to think. Then he began to expose tentatively, as if it were an idea just come to him, a plan that he had conceived weeks before. "Maharaj Sahib, if I could make the girl my wife "
Maharaj carefully placed the body of Piroo on the ground and knelt down beside it, and the boys, only too pleased at the chance, scrambled off as fast as their cramped legs would permit. It needed some walking up and down to get rid of their stiffness, so they chased the jackals and pelted them with stones, which restored their circulation quickly, whilst Maharaj stood sentry over the dead man.
Knowest thou, O Maharaj, that the girl thou dost desire loves him? But an hour ago I heard her tell him that she wished to speak with him alone," said Chunerbutty. "Alone with him? The shameless one! Curses on him! Let him die," cried the jealous Rajah, his fright forgotten. The Dewan smiled. "There was no need to fear the cry of that elephant," he said. "It was your favourite, Shiva-ji.
The candidate for employment, educated in our schools, and pregnant with words about purity, equality, justice, political economy, and all the rest of it, addresses him with joined hands as "Maharaj," and slips silver into his itching palm.
Bishun Singh's gesture seemed to deprecate undue curiosity. "The Maharáj is great, but the people are like flies. If their Karma is good, they find a few handfuls; if evil they die." Roy said no more. That simple statement was conclusive as a dropped stone. But, on reaching the gateway, he scattered a handful of loose corns. Instantly a cry went up: "He gives money for food! Jai déa Maharáj!"
I have lost also my son, who will surely be shot by the sirkar for this deed. My Maharaj, my greatest of kings! What shall I do without thee! I will return to my country and drive no more. Ahhi! ahhi!" But this happily was not to be, for a strange thing happened. The nephew recovered. Piroo had only been stunned by the blow, and the blood that covered his face had come from his nose.
"If it can be shown that Sher Singh has committed this murder, justice shall indeed be done upon him, Maharaj," said Gerrard. "But I think you will find that he has not left this place." "Then to whom did my son call out 'Brother'?" she demanded fiercely. "You will not find him."
But go thou and tell the holy man to give thee some evidence, or token, of his divinity, and then we shall see. So, then, after a while, that pratihárí came again. And she said: Maháráj, thus said the sannyásí: Go and tell the Mahárájá, that I am the God of Death, yet not just of any death, but only of his own.
Maháráj, then, as it seems, I am come in the very nick of time, to save thy city from such a miserable end. And Atirupa turned, and exclaimed joyfully: Ha! Chamu, art thou returned? I was beginning to think thee lost, like a stone dropped to the very bottom of the sea. And Chamu said: Thou art right: for I am like the oyster, and contain a pearl.
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