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It may be that Gungadhura will let him continue where he digs, and will himself send men to start digging in the other place. In that case, well and good." "I would prefer that, said Tess. "My husband is a mining engineer. I think he would hate to abandon a true lead for a whim of some one's else." Yasmini's bright eyes gleamed intelligence.
Ranjoor Singh nodded again, for he was very sure of Yasmini's resource. Again the German began to pace the room, now with his hands behind him, now with folded arms, now with his chin down to his breast, and now with a high chin as he seemed on the verge of reaching some determination.
She moved now around the water, in a measured cadence that by some unfathomable witchery of her devising conveyed a thought of maidenhood and modesty. It dawned on Tess, who watched her spell-bound, that there was not one immodest thought in all Yasmini's throng of moods, but only a scorn of all immodesty and its pretensions.
Then came the maids again, afraid for their very lives of the dog, but still more mindful of Yasmini's orders. They resumed their kneading of stiff muscles, rubbing in oil that smelt of jasmine, singing incantations while they worked.
"No, you don't!" commanded Warrington. "Let go that handle! What I want to know is why were you so afraid at Yasmini's?" "I, sahib?" "Yes, you! I saw your face in a mirror, and you were scared nearly to death. Of what?" "Who is not afraid of Yasmini? Were the sahibs not also afraid?" "Of what besides Yasmini were you afraid? Of what in particular?" "Of her cobras, sahib!"
Yasmini's blue eyes looked into hers and there was a Viking glare behind them, suggestive of the wintry fjords whence one of her royal ancestresses came. "Let him!" she said. "It would be the last of him!" Tess considered a while in silence. "When is the tournament to be?" she asked presently.
I'm responsible that routine goes on regularly and that the men on duty know their business." "Ah. Nothing like responsibility. Good for a man. Some try to avoid it, but it's good. So you look after the guard on all the palaces? The Princess Yasmini's too, eh? Well, well; I can imagine that might be nervous work. They say that young lady is ! Eh, Tripe?" "I couldn't say, sir.
Even the utterly base have intuition. Nothing else warned him. In the very nick of time he stepped back, and Yasmini's long dagger that shot forward like a stab of lightning only cut the cheek beneath the eye, and slit it to the corner of his mouth. The blood poured down into his beard and added fury to determination.
Daughter of a king, and promised wife of a son of twenty kings, she took the best of the maids to undress her, without any formal mockery of excuse. Two of the other women were awake to see Tess into bed no mean allowance for a royal lady's guest. Very late indeed that night Tess was awakened by Yasmini's hand stroking the hair back from her forehead. Again there was no explanation, no excuse.
Then his fingers, numb from Yasmini's pressure, began to recognize the feel of gunny-bags, and of cotton-wool, and of paper. Also, he smelled kerosene or something very like it. "Forget not the water for thy trooper, Ranjoor Singh!"
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