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One of them roared out his displeasure, and saw the two women. Then all of them loped toward what they supposed were to be their victims. That night in the bazaars they said that Umballa was warring in the face of the gods. The erstwhile white queen of the yellow hair was truly a great magician. For did she not cause the earth to open up and swallow her sister and herself?
At the very moment when he had secretly worked upon the king to throw himself into the protecting arms of the British Raj assassinated! The council? Umballa? Some outsider, made mad by oppression? The egg of Brahma was strangely hatched this curious old world! Ahmed remained hidden in the bazaars, to await the ordeals.
The car of the god Juggernaut was visible, but what lay in its path could not be seen. Umballa was not popular that night. But this was a private affair. Well he knew the ingenuity and resources of his enemies at large. There would be no rescue this night. Kathlyn Mem-sahib should die; this time he determined to put fear into the hearts of the others.
The majordomo stared a long time at that little packet of powder. A cold sweat formed upon his brow under his turban. "Well?" said Umballa ironically. "Huzoor, it is murder!" Umballa shrugged and held out his hand for the packet. The majordomo swallowed a few times, and bowed his head. "It shall be done, Huzoor. My life is yours to do with as you please. I have said it."
The next morning while the council and Umballa were in session relative as to what should be done with Kathlyn in the event of her refusal to bend, two soldiers entered, bringing with them a beautiful native young woman, one Pundita, wife of Ramabai, found in murder. Umballa wiped his betel stained lips and salaamed mockingly.
He had expected to inherit this dowry. He gave way to Ramabai because he did not care to have Ramabai suspect what his inner thoughts were. Let the fool Ramabai pick out his chestnuts for him. Umballa laughed in his voluminous sleeve. Some one of these matrimonially inclined houris the colonel would have to select; if he refused, then should Ramabai do the selecting.
Bruce stooped and recovered his pipe and swore softly. "Ali, if this is true, then it's some devil work; and I'll wager my shooting eye that that sleek scoundrel Umballa, as they call him, is at the bottom of it. A white woman, good old Hare's daughter. I'll look into this. It's the nineteenth century, Ali, and white women are not made rulers over the brown, not of their own free will.
Simla itself soon opened on our view, a scattered and picturesque settlement of houses of the most varied patterns perched about over the mountain top, just as an eligible spot presented itself for building purposes. It is situated 8,000 feet above the level of the sea and 7,000 over the average level of "the plains," Umballa, which is near the foot of the range, being 1,000 above the sea-level.
An ordinary seeker would not have found the entrance in a lifetime. Umballa had not known exactly where the cave was, but he knew all that the cave contained. When they came to it Umballa sniffed; the tang of sulphur became evident both in his nose and on his tongue. He understood. It was simply a small spring, a mineral, in which sulphur predominated. He came out with some cupped in his hands.
When the king came around he silently shook hands with me and smiled peculiarly at Umballa, who now came running up." "And that's how you got those poor hands!" exclaimed Kathlyn, kissing the scars which stood out white against the tan. "That's how," raising the hands and putting them on Kathlyn's head in a kind of benediction. "Is that all?" asked Winnie breathlessly.
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