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In a way he was sorry for Yasmini; but it was the squadron and Colonel Kirby that drew his heart-strings. Swaying to and fro, from the waist upward, Yasmini began to play her little instrument. The echoing vault became a solid sea of throbbing noise, and as she played she increased her speed of movement, until the German sat and gaped. He had seen her dance on many more than one occasion.
Only I must study how to walk as you do; please walk along in front of me that way follow Hasamurti through that door into my room. I will study how you move your feet and shoulders." Looking back as she followed Hasamurti, Tess witnessed a caricature of herself that made her laugh until the tears came. "It is well!" said Yasmini. "This night began in hunger, like the young moon.
Let them deny me afterward, and all those swords will quiver at their throats! A woman's sword is subtler than a man's." "Why don't you keep open house to English women, and start something?" Tess asked her. But Yasmini laughed. "My power would be gone. Do you fight a tiger by going down on all-fours with him and using teeth and claws? Or do you keep your distance, and use a gun?"
He began to write at once on a half-sheet of paper that he tore from a letter he had in his pocket, setting down a row of figures at the top and transposing into cypher as he went along. "Yasmini has gone North. Is there any reason at your end why I should not follow her at once?"
"Take Sita Ram!" she advised. Ranjoor Singh scowled at the babu. "That fat bellyful of fear!" he growled. "I would rather take a pig!" "All the same, take Sita Ram!" she advised. So the babu was roused again out of a comfortable snooze, and Yasmini whispered to him something that frightened him so much that he trembled like a man with palsy. "I am married man with children!" he expostulated.
There was wisdom hidden in it masquerading as frivolity; somewhere, too, there was villainy-villainy that she who laughed knew all about and found more interesting than a play. Then suddenly the curtain parted, and Yasmini blocked the way, standing with arms spread wide to either door-post, smiling at him; and Ranjoor Singh had to stop and stare whether it suited him or not.
The flat of Ranjoor Singh's foot came to his assistance, and the hillman budged. In an instant he was on his feet, with a lightning right hand reaching for his knife. But Yasmini allows no butcher's work on her premises, and her words within those walls are law, since no man knows who is on whose side. Yasmini beckoned him, and the Afridi slouched toward her sullenly.
But Risaldar-Major Ranjoor Singh mounted them with scarcely an effort, as a man who could master Bagh well might, and at the top his middle-aged back was straight and his eye clear. The cunning, curtained lights did not distract him; so he did not make the usual mistake of thinking that the Loveliness who met him was Yasmini.
Tess sent the gardener running for a basket to put flowers in, and when she turned her head again Yasmini had stepped out through the window shrouded from head to heels in a camel-hair robe such as the Bikanir Desert men wear at night. The lower part of her face was hooded in it. Provided you wear a turban you can wear anything else you like in India without looking incongruous.
And that is the whole story, as Yasmini told it to me in the wonderful old palace at Buhl, years afterward, when Utirupa was dead, and the English Government had sent her into forced seclusion for a while to repent of her manifold political sins, as they thought and to start new enterprises as it happened.
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