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Updated: June 9, 2025
The Prince ran one man through the middle, and then spurred off to try and overtake his routed army, some of which showed a disposition to form up again. "Sit quiet!" called Cunningham through the latticed carriage window. "You're safe!" The heavy, swaying carriage rumbled round, and the horses plunged in answer to the Rangars' heels.
He grinned, and though she could not see him grin, she knew that he was doing it. She knew that he was even then imagining a hundred horrors that the Rangars would endure before they died. She might name her terms. She could save them. "No!" she hissed hoarsely. "No! They are my terms! I name them! You must spare them spare the Rangars spare every man on this hill, and theirs, and all they have!"
Cunningham shouted to him to surrender, but he took no notice of the challenge; he escaped being made prisoner by the narrowest of margins, as the position next him was cut down. The other postilions were un-horsed, and six Rangars changed mounts and seized the reins.
If for no other reason, then to make sure that that priest of thine and his daughter make tracks for Howrah City! While he is here he is a priest, and we Rangars have our own ideas on what they are good for! When he is there he will be a man maneuvering to save his own life and his daughter's reputation! See that he starts, sahib!" He rode off then.
The Rangars, he resolved, must be made to take the blame for the broaching of the treasure. He proposed to go about the broaching even before hostilities between himself and his brother had commenced, and he expected to be able to trick the Rangars into seeming to be looting.
Thou wilt come with an escort, as befits a prince's wife! But how should I know that the Rangars would prove friends of mine? How should I know that it is not all a trap?" "You will have my promise to depend on." "Truly! And there will be how many hundred men to override the promise of one woman? Nay! My word is good; my promise holds; but on my own conditions! Help me to escape.
The Maharajah looked from the company of guards that lined the palace-steps to the priests and his brother and the crowd and then to the McCleans again. He remembered Alwa and his Rangars, thought of the messenger whom he had sent, remembered that a regiment of lance-armed horsemen would be worth a risk or two to win over to his side, and made decision.
The question uppermost in Maharajah Howrah's mind was whether the Rangars the Moslem descendants of once Hindoo Rajputs, who formed such a small but valuable proportion of the local population could or could not be induced to throw in their lot with him.
Like all proselytes, they adhere more enthusiastically to their religion than do the men whose mother creed it is; and the fact that the Rangars originally became converts under duress is often thrown in their teeth by the Hindoos, who gain nothing in the way of brotherly regard in the process. A Rangar hates a Hindoo as enthusiastically as he loves a fight.
Then whatever these fool Rangars choose to do, I swear by Siva and the Rites of Siva that I will hurry to the Company's aid!" Rosemary McClean shuddered, and he knew it. But that fact rather added to his pleasure. The wolf prefers a cowering, frightened prey even though he dare fight on occasion. She was thinking against time.
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