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Updated: June 27, 2025
The little Highness looked at Sonny Sahib curiously, and then tugged at his father's sleeve. 'Let him come with me now, immediately, said the little Maharajah; 'he has a face of gold. The Maharajah sat down, not in his chair he did not greatly like sitting in his chair but on the carpet. 'Whence do you come? said he to Tooni. 'Protector of the poor, from Rubbulgurh.
And afterward Sonny Sahib's father believed that all he could learn while he lived about the fate of his wife and his little son was written there. But he never knew. Tooni and Abdul heard the terrible news of Cawnpore six months later.
Perhaps this occurred to His Highness, and prevented him from being angry. At all events, as Sonny Sahib scrambled to his feet in response to a terrified tug from Tooni, he did not look very angry. Sonny Sahib saw a little lean old man, with soft sunken black eyes, and a face like a withered potato.
As to an old Mahomedan woman from Rubbulgurh, who cooked her chupatties alone and somewhat despised, she heard the march-past too, and was troubled all day long with the foolish idea that the captain-sahib would presently come in to tea, and would ask her, Tooni, where the memsahib was.
It was the salute, she thought in her fever; the Viceroy was coming; there would be all sorts of gay doings in the station. When the shell exploded that tore up the wall of the hut, she asked Tooni for her new blue silk with the flounces, the one that had been just sent out from England, and her kid slippers with the rosettes.
She dressed Sonny Sahib in it doubtfully, however, with misgivings as to what his father would say. Certainly it was good cloth, of a pretty colour, and well made, but even to Tooni, Sonny Sahib looked queer. Abdul had no opinion, except about the price.
His face whitened as he looked at her. 'It's Tooni! he said, hoarsely. And then, in a changed voice, unconscious of the time and place, 'Tooni, what happened to the memsahib? he asked. The ayah burst into an incoherent torrent of words and tears. The memsahib was very, very ill, she said. There were not five breaths left in her body.
Tooni bought him herself a little blue and gold Mussulman cap in the bazar. The captain-sahib would be angry, but then the captain-sahib was very far away, killed perhaps, and Tooni thought the blue and gold cap wonderfully becoming to Sonny Sahib.
It is because they rule there. The Maharajah's face went all into a pucker of angry wrinkles, and his eyes shone like little coals. 'What talk is that? he said angrily. 'His great-grandfather was a monkey! There is only one master here. Pig's daughter, his name is Sunni! Tooni did not dare to say a word, and even the little prince was silent. 'Look you, said the old man to Sonny Sahib.
It was the only chair in the palace, probably the only chair in all the Maharajah's State of Chita, and as Sonny Sahib had never seen a chair before he found it very interesting. He and Tooni inspected it from a respectful distance, and then withdrew to the very farthest corner of the verandah to wait for the Maharajah. A long time they waited, and yet Tooni would not sit down.
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