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Updated: May 15, 2025
Here is a gift from the heart of Tarra, little parrot, a gift for you, and a gift for the Sahib's son; also a sweet cake, but the cake is for Moti. 'I am sure it was Matiya, said Moti, running to pick the packet out of the rose-bush it had fallen into; 'but Matiya was never kind before. The packet held a necklace and an armlet.
'Matiya if you think it was Matiya makes pretty gifts, said Sunni, 'and the Maharajah will keep your necklace for you for ever in an iron box. But this armlet will get broken just as the other two armlets that were given to me have got broken. I cannot wear armlets and play polo, and I would rather play polo. 'That is because you were clumsy, Moti answered. Moti was peevish that afternoon.
When the truth came out, later, that it was undoubtedly Matiya, the Maharajah said that he had always been a good deal of that opinion, and built a beautiful domed white marble tomb, partly in memory of Tarra and partly, I fear, to commemorate his own sagacity, which may seem, under the circumstances, a little odd.
The Maharajah and Moti and Sunni were the only people who might ever walk there. As the boys turned at the end of a path directly under the gratings, they heard a soft voice say 'Moti! 'That is Matiya, said the little prince. 'I do not like Matiya. What is it, Matiya? 'It is not Matiya, said the voice quickly, 'it is Tarra.
Everybody, that is, everybody in Rajputana, knows that you can never poison a monkey. The little prince maintained that the voice he heard was the voice of Matiya, yet every one recognised the jewels to be Tarra's. There was nothing else to go upon, and the Maharajah decided that it was impossible to tell which of the two had wickedly tried to poison his eldest son.
'Now they are certainly of Tarra, these jewels, exclaimed Sunni, 'I remember that necklace upon her neck, for every time Tarra has kissed me, that fifth stone which has been broken in the cutting has scratched my face. 'In one word, said Moti imperiously, 'it was the voice of Matiya. And this perplexes me, for Matiya, hating my mother, hates me also, I think.
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