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Updated: June 26, 2025
And in his heart he cursed, not Naraini, not Salig Singh, but himself for his inept folly in bringing to India the photograph which had been stolen from him and so had discovered to the conspirators his interest in the girl. He thought swiftly of Dulla Dad's parting admonition: "You shall find but one way to Kathiapur." "Well, sir? Well?"
Amber civilly insisted that both the servant and his master leave the house before him, but, once outside, he made a wary detour and got between them and the waiting conveyance. Then, "It's kind of you, Salig Singh," he said; "I'm properly grateful. I'll say this for you: you play the game fairly when anybody calls your attention to the rules.
As the man bowed and withdrew Amber grinned cheerfully. "It wasn't a bad afterthought, Salig Singh," he observed; "precautions like that relieve the mind wonderfully sometimes." But the humour of the situation seemed to be lost upon the Rajput.
A dark hive teeming with the occult life of unnumbered men and women Salig Singh the inscrutable and strong, Naraini the mysterious, whose loveliness lived a fable in the land, and how many thousand others living and dying, working and idling, in joy and sadness, in hatred and love, weaving forever that myriad-stranded web of intrigue which is the life of native palaces ...
The tread of boots with jingling spurs sounded in the gallery, warning her. She sighed, smiled dangerously to herself, and carelessly adjusted her veil, leaving rather more than half her face bare. Salig Singh entered the garden and found his way to her, towering over her beneath the canopy, brave in his green and tinsel uniform.
The lamplight fell across the stone landing and made visible the waiting boat with Dulla Dad sitting patiently at the oar. "I see," assented Amber. "Well?" Salig Singh shut the door gently. "Is there more to say?" he enquired. "I have shown thee that thou art free." "Oh, so far as that goes, you've demonstrated pretty clearly that you're not afraid of me.
True it is that thou art changed sadly changed, my lord; and the years have not worn upon thee as they might I had thought to find thee an older man and, by thy grace, a wiser. But even as I am Salig Singh, thou art none other than my lord, Har Dyal Rutton." Salig Singh put his shoulders against the wall and, leaning so with arms folded, regarded Amber with a triumph not unmixed with contempt.
"In time thou wilt see how thou hast wronged me. For the present, I remain thy servant. I harbour no resentment, I owe thee naught but loyalty. I await thy commands." "The dickens you do!" Amber whistled inaudibly, his eyes narrowing as he pondered the man. "You protest a lot, Salig Singh. If you're so much at my service ... why, prove it."
"What?" "My life be forfeit if thou dost not return unharmed to the rest-house ere sunrise. Wilt thou come?" "To what end, Salig Singh?" "Furthermore," the Rajput persisted stubbornly, his head lifted in pride and his nostrils dilated a little with scorn "furthermore I offer thee the word of a Rajput. Thou are my guest, since thou wilt have it so. No harm shall come to thee, upon my honour."
"It pleases my lord to jest," he complained; "but am I a child, to be played with?" "I'm not joking, Salig Singh, and this business is no joke at all. What I'm trying to drive into your head is the fact that you've made the mistake of your life. I'm not Rutton and I'm nothing like Rutton; I am an American citizen and " "Pardon, hazoor, but is this worth thy while?
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