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Updated: September 16, 2025
And by the way, you may not know, but it's unwritten law past touching the man in this country never uncovers his head excepting in the presence of his own women. It's more than a man's life is worth to knock another's turban off, even by accident. But look, yonder are the turbans of my caravan deputies, law-clerks and servants together on Neela Deo's neck!
The untellable thing for Skag alone lingered in Carlin's eyes, in the pallor of her face. She was the one who spoke: "It is terrible terribly dear, like a blending of two souls in a white heat together those moments at the play-house and now as you held Kala Khan " "It was not one alone," he answered strangely. "Something from you was with me half, with mine." Neela Deo, King of All Elephants
The howdah was lacquered in raw gold its curtains were imperial blue. Kudrat Sharif was clothed in pure thin white like the son of a prince but he was very frail; and ninety-odd thousand people sent his name, with the name of Neela Deo, up into the Indian night for the Indian gods to hear.
Chakkra, the mahout, was singing the praises of Gunpat Rao, his master, as they rolled forward; flapping an ear to keep time and waving his ankas the steel hook of which was never used. "Kin to Neela Deo, is Gunpat Rao; liege-son to Neela Deo, the King!" he repeated. It appeared that he was reminding Gunpat Rao, rather than informing the American, of this honour.
Gunpat Rao was returned to the Deputy Sahib with an amulet to add to his trophy-winnings; and a sentence or two that might have been taken from the record of Neela Deo himself. The thief elephant was found to be a runaway that had fallen into native hands. And Nels was restored to Bhanah by the way of the heart of Carlin Deal. . . .
No man could ever deny it Neela Deo himself had made his meaning perfectly plain, that he had done the marvel thing sixteen weeks before, to save the life of his friend their friend! They stood up and flung their flower-garlands on both of them as Neela Deo, with a stately tread, carried the Chief Commissioner around the circle.
It was all faster now than in the beginning, but he was not exhausted, he was not broken; only a bit less certain, a breath less quick, when he tried the same old trick to get in back of Neela Deo's ear. And it was on that false turn that Neela Deo caught him fairly in the throat caught him and finished him in one thrust with the blunt point of a banded tusk.
They shared their garlands with him, that he should not come into Neela Deo's presence with empty hands; and they exulted because he ran with them, for the fame of Son-of-Power was already established. At the margins of the true jungle, a high-tenor voice came out to meet them.
"Not any belonging to Hurda; but our Chief Commissioner has forty Government elephants in his stockades the finest ever. Neela Deo, the Blue God who is the leader of the caravan the mahouts say there isn't an elephant in the world to touch him; and Mitha Baba and Gunpat Rao they're famous in all India. And Nut Kut; indeed, Skag Sahib, you should see Nut Kut.
"But you will always be known to Indians of India as Son-of-Power!" Kudrat Sharif protested. "It is a lofty title, yet you have established it before many." Just then a great elephant came near, playfully reaching for Kudrat Sharif with his trunk. "And this is Neela Deo, the leader of the caravan!" laughed Horace.
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