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Updated: May 2, 2025
At intervals throughout the day Yasmini sent him food by silent messengers; so he ate, for "the thing to do," says Cocker, "is the first that comes to hand, and the thing not to do is worry." It is not easy to worry and eat heartily at one and the same time. Having eaten, he rolled up his sleeves and native-made cotton trousers and proceeded to clean the cave.
Now all eyes were on the dais and the door behind it. In the inner room the women stirred and whispered, while a dozen of them, putting on their veils again, gathered around Yasmini, waiting in silence for her to give the cue. She waited long enough to whet the edge of expectation, and then nodded. Hasamurti opened the door wide and Yasmini stepped forth, aglitter with her jewels.
There was no sense at all in taking liberties with Yasmini. He stepped into a bare, dark, teak-walled room, and she followed him, and she had scarcely closed the door at her back before another door opened at the farther end, and two of her maids appeared, carrying candle-lamps. "What do you want with me?" demanded Ranjoor Singh. "Nay! Did I invite the sahib?"
And Yasmini, with a gift for reading men's hearts that has been her secret and her source of power first and last, was reviving an ancient royal custom for them, to the end that she might lead them in altogether new ways of her own devising.
Asked who Gunga Singh was, he replied he did not know. She had told him to say that Gunga Singh said the Princess Yasmini was at the commissioner's house; so he told the maharajah that and nothing further. Gungadhura sent two men immediately to make inquiries.
"Then I shall trust you and we shall always understand each other," decided Yasmini. "But why will you not tell lies, if there is no hell?" "I'm afraid I'm guilty now and then." "But you are ashamed afterward? Why? Lies are necessary, since people are such fools!" Tom Tripe interrupted, wiping the inside of his tunic collar again with a big bandanna handkerchief.
But because he thinks he reads the secret of my mind, he flatters himself and falls into the trap! Now we have Samson caught, and all is well!" "It would be a very canny person who could read the secret of your mind, I should say!" laughed Tess. "I am as simple as the sunlight!" Yasmini answered honestly. "It is Samson who is dark, not I."
The whole room seemed to be drenched in the scent Yasmini favored, and there was the same frieze running round all four walls, with the woman depicted on it dancing. "Come, we shall eat!" she said, leading him by the hand to a couch. She took the one facing him, and they lay like two Romans of the Empire with the table in between.
She, Tess and Hasamurti were the only women there unveiled. She stood two minutes long in silence, smiling down at them while Tess's heart-beats drummed until she lost count, Tess suspecting nervousness because of her own nerves, and not so wildly wrong. "You're not alone," she whispered. "You've a friend behind you two friends!" Then Yasmini spoke. "My Lords."
It was the one chance that part of Rajputana had to get together, and the Rajputs swarmed to the tournament along the main trunk road that the English had reconstructed in early days for the swifter movement of their guns. Yasmini saw Utirupa every night, she apparently as much a man as he in turban and the comfortable Rajput costume shorter by a bead, but as straight-standing and as agile.
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