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Updated: May 28, 2025
She reined again and wheeled about and faced him pale-trembling a little looking very small and frail beside him on his great war-horse, but not flinching under his gaze for a single second. "Or else, sahiba I think you saw me slay the Maharati? Do you think that I would stop at anything to accomplish what I had set out to do? See, sahiba there is a little blood there on your jacket!
He reached the long brick wall at last broke into a canter scattered the pariah dogs that were nosing and quarreling about the corpse of the Maharati, and drew rein fifteen minutes later by the door of the tiny school place that Miss McClean had entered. For service truly rendered, and for duty dumbly done For men who neither tremble nor forget There is due reward, my henchman.
One man a Maharati trader half-naked, his black hair coiled into a shaggy rope and twisted up above his neck followed her, side-tracking through the mazy byways of the bewildering mart, and coming out ahead of her or lurking beside bales of merchandise and waiting his opportunity to leap from shadow into shadow unobserved.
Then he wheeled like a sudden dust-devil and decamped in a cloud of dust, followed at full pelt by his clattering escort. She watched their horses leap one after the other the corpse of the Maharati that lay by the corner where it fell, and she saw the last of them go clattering, whirling up the street through the bazaar.
His horse blocked the way again, and all retreat was cut off, for his escort were behind her, and three of them had ridden to the right, outside the row of trees, to cut off possible escape in that direction. "Was it not well that I was near, sahiba? Would it have been better to die at the hands of a Maharati of no caste ?" "Than to see blood spilt than to be beholden to a murderer?
They had moved at a walk through winding, dark palace-alleys, led by a palace attendant, and debouched through a narrow door that gave barely horse-room into the road where Jaimihr had once killed a Maharati trader who molested Rosemary McClean.
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