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Updated: June 26, 2025
They were thinking of the man who stood on the dock at Aratat when the King's Own sailed away. "The Grand Duke is probably saying the very thing to himself that Brabetz's associates are saying in public," ventured a young Austrian count. "What is that, pray?" "That the Prince won't live more than six months. He's a physical wreck to-day and a nervous one, too.
Tell the truth, that's all." The Princess was now looking at his brown face with eyes over which she had lost control. "Oh, by the by," he said, as if struck by a sudden thought. He turned toward the shady court below, where the eager refugees from Aratat were congregated. A deep, almost sepulchral tone came into his voice as he addressed himself to the veiled wives of Jacob von Blitz.
They stood at the edge of and apart from the crowd of curious Moslems, who had moved up in advance of the procession. "A gala day in Aratat," observed the stubby Mr. Britt. "We are to have the whole party over night up at the château. Perhaps the advent of strangers may heal the new breach between Mrs. Browne and Lady Deppingham. They haven't been on speaking terms since day before yesterday.
Selim argued that the abductors would not take their prisoners to the town of Aratat. He understood them well enough to know that they fully appreciated the danger of an uprising among those who were known to be openly opposed to the high-handed operations of Rasula and his constituency. He convinced Chase that the wily Rasula would carry his captives to the mines, where he was in full power.
"On what grounds?" laughed Browne. "Give me time," said the lawyer. "It's barely possible that there is no divorce law in Japat," remarked Britt, keenly enjoying his confrère's misery. "Are you quite sure?" "Reasonably. If there was such a law, I'll bet my head two-thirds of the men in Aratat would be getting rid of wives before night." Britt, after this remark, sat very still and thoughtful.
The next morning, a steamship flying the English flag came to anchor off Aratat, delivered and received mail bags, and after an hour's stay steamed away in the drift of the southeast trade winds, Bombay to Cape Colony.
Far off to the north, across the lowlands and beyond the sweep of undulating and ever-lengthening hills, could be seen a great, reddish structure, its gables and towers fusing with the sombre shades of the mountain against which they seemed to lean. It was September. Five months had passed since the King's Own steamed away from the harbour of Aratat. The new dispensation was in full effect.
A trim, beautiful yacht, flying strange colours, steamed into the little harbour of Aratat. She came to anchor much closer in than ships usually ventured, and an officer put off in the small boat, heading for the pier, which was already crowded with the native women and children.
Rasula, the Aratat lawyer, in mass meeting, had discussed the document. They understood its requirements and its restrictions; they knew, by this time, that there was small chance of the original beneficiaries coming into the property under the provisions. Moreover, they knew that a bitter effort would be made to break this remarkable instrument in the English courts.
"Except at the mines and back there in the town." "Where are the mines?" asked Deppingham. "The company's biggest mines are seven or eight miles eastward, as the crow flies, quite at the other side of the island. It's very rocky over there and there's no place for a landing from the sea. Everything is brought overland to Aratat and placed in the vaults of the bank.
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