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Updated: May 2, 2025
"If you know where the treasure is, dig it up," said Samson, "and you shall have your answer!" Yasmini in the heat of excitement had called Samson an idiot, but he was far from being that, as she knew as well as any one.
When I am maharanee, that temple shall stand whole again!" In front of the temple, between them and the trees, was a pond edged with carved stone. Lotus leaves floated on the water, and one blue flower was open wide to welcome whoever loved serenity. Still hand in hand, they crossed the clearing mid-way to the pond, and there Yasmini bade them stand. "Draw no nearer. Only stand and watch."
"If there is danger," he said, "it is my place to lead." But nobody would permit that, Yasmini least of all. "Shall Samson choose a new maharajah so soon as all that?" she laughed. "Let the dog go first!" Tom proposed. Trotters was sniffing at the dark gap behind Jinendra's image, with eyes glaring and a low rumbling growl issuing from between bared teeth. But Trotters would not go.
If Yasmini had told the truth a letter had gone into India describing him, King, as a traitor, and from her point of view that might be supposed to cut the very ground away from under his feet. Then why so much trouble to have him killed?
What is surely true is that the four of them Yasmini, the general, Courtenay and King sat up all night in a room in the fort, talking together, while a succession of sentries overstrained their ears endeavoring to hear through keyholes. And the sentries heard nothing and invented very much.
"Am I to be kept waiting for a week, while a Jat farmer gazes at cattle on the road?" demanded Yasmini, sitting forward out of the darkest corner of the carriage and throwing aside a veil. "He cares nothing for thee!" she whispered. "Didst thou see the jasmine drop into his lap from the gate? That was mine! Didst thou see him button it into his tunic? So, Ranjoor Singh! That for thy colonel sahib!
"Ranjoor Singh's honor and mine are one!" said Colonel Kirby, using a native phrase that admits of no double meaning, and for a second Yasmini stared at him in doubt. She had heard that phrase used often to express native regard for a native, or for an Englishman, but never before by an Englishman for a native. "Then beg for him!" she grinned mischievously. "Aye, I know the tale!
"Advices are Yasmini was in Delhi as recently as six this evening. Fail to understand your inability to get in touch. Have you tried at her house? Matters in Khyber district much less satisfactory. Word from O-C Khyber Rifles to effect that lashkar is collecting. Better sweep up in Delhi and proceed northward as quickly as compatible with caution.
The long knife clattered on the stone floor, and then Tom got his dog by the jaws and hauled him off. "You can't blame the dog," he grumbled. "He knew the smell of him. He'd been told to kill him if he got the chance." "Gungadhura!" said Yasmini again, holding her lantern over the dying man. "So Gungadhura was Tom Tripe's ghost!
Tom disappeared from the bastion, and after about ten minutes turned up in the shadow where they waited. "Come to watch the old march out and the new march in?" he asked. "I'll stand here with you, if I may. They're due." "Is everything ready?" asked Yasmini. "Yes, Your Ladyship. They've been ready for an hour, and fretful.
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