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Updated: May 2, 2025
Her lips repeated it over and over, like a prayer, until the man put his arm about Yasmini and they turned and walked together to the temple. Then Hasamurti tugged at Tess, and they followed, keeping their distance, until Yasmini and her lover sat on one stone in the moonlight on the temple porch, their faces clearly lighted by the mellow beams.
Yasmini, hooded like a bandit in the camel-hair cloak, resumed an air of leisurely dignity in keeping with the unhurried habit of Sialpore the moment she was through the gate. It was just as well she did, for Mukhum Dass, the money-lender, followed by a sweating lean parasite on foot, was riding a smart mule on his customary morning round to collect interest from victims and oversee securities.
She did not mind in the least what the English might have to say about it afterward; but to have her little house the center of nocturnal feuds, with her husband using his six-shooters, and heaven only knew what bloodshed resulting, was more of a prospect than she looked forward to. "Sister," said Yasmini, taking her by both hands. "I must use your house. There is no other place."
Then the Khyber will be a roaring river of men pouring into India, as my father's father told me it has often been! India shall bleed in these days but there will be fighting in the Khyber first!" "And what of her? Of Yasmini?" King asked. "Thou wearest that and askest what of her? Nay tell!" "Should she order the jezailchis to be false to the salt ?" "Such a question!"
I don't know what we are going to see, although I know it is artillery of some sort. I am sure he has a plan for destroying every trace of whatever it is, and of himself and me, if he suspects treachery. I know no more. I can only go ahead." "And trust me!" said Yasmini. The Sikh did not answer. "And trust me!" repeated Yasmini.
Hand without craftiness, eye without lust, Lip without flattery! Such an one must Prove yet his worthiness yet earn my trust! Men say Yasmini does not sleep. Of course, that is absurd.
There were men on that country-side in plenty who would not have dared admit a Western woman into their homes; but even those could hardly prevent wives and daughters from visiting Yasmini in the perfectly correct establishment she kept. And there were other men, more fearless of convention, who were willing that Tess, if veiled, should cross their private thresholds.
And I want you to make the acquaintance of the Princess Yasmini, and find out from her if you can what the letters are that she writes to Utirupa. You'll find the acquaintance interesting." Tess crumpled a folded letter in her left hand.
On it, above the linen, a man and a woman lay hand-in-hand; and the woman was so exactly like Yasmini, even to her clothing, and her naked feet, that it was not possible for a man to be self-possessed. They both seemed asleep. It was as if Yasmini, weary from the dancing, had laid herself to sleep beside her lord. But who was he? And why did he wear Roman armor?
Then intelligible dreams ceased altogether, and he, slept like a dead man, but with a vague suggestion ever with him that Yasmini was not very far away, and that she was interested in him to a point that was actually embarrassing. It was like the ether-dream he once dreamt in a hospital. When he awoke at last it was after dawn, and light shone down the passage into his cave.
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