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We can easily approach the wall in a roundabout way without being seen. Have you money?" From his belt Ramabai produced some gold. "That will be sufficient. To you, then, the bribing. The men, should there be any, will hark to you. Come!" concluded Bruce, impatient to be off. "And I?" timidly asked Pundita. "You will seek Hare Sahib's camp," said Ramabai.
On the morrow he was somewhat daunted upon meeting Ramabai in the corridor leading to the throne room, where Winnie and the council were gathered. He started to summon the guards, but the impassive face of his enemy and the menacing hand stayed the call. "You are a brave man, Ramabai, to enter the lion's den in this fashion. You shall never leave here alive." "Yes, Durga Ram.
They were in the power of Ramabai; let him work his will upon them. They had told the truth. And Ramabai, much as he detested them, believed them. But for the present it was required that they remain incarcerated till the king was found, dead or alive. In the palace soldiers and servants alike had already forgot Umballa. To them it was as if he had not existed. All in a few hours.
At the banquet, with its quail and pheasant, its fruits and flowers, its rare plates and its rarer goblets for the light wines high castes permitted themselves occasionally to drink, Ramabai toyed idly with his goblet and thoughtlessly pushed it toward Kathlyn, who sat at his right.
One can imagine the far-reaching influence of this institution, if he remembers that out of the twenty-four hundred scholars who were received and taught in that dreadful time of famine, more than fifteen hundred were child-widows and many of them of the highest caste. Ramabai is a great scholar.
Immediately the high priest announced that the successful candidate would be conducted to the palace zenana and confined there till the final ceremonies were over. Umballa dreamed of what he had seen. To Ramabai was given the exalted honor of conducting the king and his betrothed to their respective quarters.
He knew that they hated Ramabai, who in religion was an outcast and a pariah, who worshiped but a single God whom none had ever seen, of whom no idol had been carved and set up in a temple. Superstition! Umballa threw off his robes and donned his candy seller's tatters, left the house without being questioned by the careless guard, and sought the chief temple. Superstition!
There shan't be any ordeals; not so you would notice it. . . . Great God! A white woman, one of my kind! . . . All right, Ali; quick work. Thanks!" "There will be many pitfalls, Sahib," said Ramabai. "Indeed!" "I have some influence with the populace, but Umballa has the army, paid for. The priests and the council are back of him. And, after all, the priests are most to be feared.
If you gave the sign to your men there would be no one in yonder dungeon-keep alive!" "They know, and I could not stay the tempest once I loosed it. There, that is all. That is the battle I have fought and won." The colonel reached down and offered his hand. "Ramabai, you're a man." "Thanks, Sahib. And I tell you this: I love my people. I was born among them. They are simple and easily led.
There is hot lead in my heart and poison in my brain! I will confess, confess!" Ramabai and Pundita gazed at each other, astonished. "What is it? What do you wish to confess?" cried Ramabai quickly. "Perhaps . . ." She clung to his hand. "They will order my death by the silken cord. I am afraid. Krishna fend for me!" "What do you know?" "His majesty was murdered!" she whispered.
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