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diff --git a/40140-h/40140-h.htm b/40140-h/40140-h.htm index 4ef7592..aad4099 100644 --- a/40140-h/40140-h.htm +++ b/40140-h/40140-h.htm @@ -6,7 +6,7 @@ <meta name="Publisher" content="The Macmillan Company"> <meta name="Date" content="1914"> -<meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=ISO-8859-1"> +<meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=UTF-8"> <style type="text/css"> body {margin-left:10%; margin-right:10%; background-color:#FFFFFF;} @@ -98,43 +98,7 @@ p.hang2 {margin-left:3em; text-indent:0em;} </head> <body> - - -<pre> - -Project Gutenberg's On the Face of the Waters, by Flora Annie Steel - -This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with -almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or -re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included -with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org - - -Title: On the Face of the Waters - A Tale of the Mutiny - -Author: Flora Annie Steel - -Release Date: July 4, 2012 [EBook #40140] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ON THE FACE OF THE WATERS *** - - - - -Produced by Charles Bowen, from page scans provided by -Google Books (Harvard University Library) - - - - - - -</pre> +<div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 40140 ***</div> <br> <br> @@ -250,7 +214,7 @@ own writings.</p> drawn chiefly from the lips of those who saw it--is pure history; and the picturesque group of schemers and dupes--all of whom have passed to their account--did not need a single touch of fancy in its -presentment. Even the story of Abool-Bukr and Newâsi is true; save +presentment. Even the story of Abool-Bukr and Newâsi is true; save that I have supplied a cause for an estrangement, which undoubtedly did come to a companionship of which none speak evil. So much for my facts.</p> @@ -542,7 +506,7 @@ scarlet hibiscus. Here and there above the trees, the dome of a mosque or the minaret of a mausoleum told that the town of Lucknow, scattered yet coherent, lay among the groves. The most profligate town in India which by one stroke of an English pen had just been deprived of the -<i>raison-d'être</i> of its profligacy, and been bidden to live as best it +<i>raison-d'être</i> of its profligacy, and been bidden to live as best it could in cleanly, courtless poverty.</p> <p class="normal">So, already, there were thousands of workmen in it, innocent enough @@ -893,8 +857,8 @@ under the orders of my earthly superior, but in spiritual matters I own no allegiance save to Christ. So, in trying to convert my sepoys, I act as a Christian soldier under Christ, and thus, by keeping the temporal and spiritual capacities in which I have to act clearly under -their respective heads, I render unto Cæsar the things that are -Cæsar's, to God the things that are God's."<a name="div7Ref_01" href="#div7_01"><sup>[1]</sup></a></p> +their respective heads, I render unto Cæsar the things that are +Cæsar's, to God the things that are God's."<a name="div7Ref_01" href="#div7_01"><sup>[1]</sup></a></p> <p class="normal">There was a little rustle of satisfaction and relief from the pews, the hymn closing the service went with a swing, and the congregation, @@ -2143,7 +2107,7 @@ is something to be said for a greater laxity." In his turn he glanced at the mantelpiece, and paused before that immaculate presence. "The proclamation, however," he went on hurriedly, "appears to me a bit dangerous. Holy War is awkward, and a religious fanatic is a tough -subject even to the regulars." He had seen a rush of Ghâzees once and +subject even to the regulars." He had seen a rush of Ghâzees once and the memory lingered.</p> <p class="normal">"Undoubtedly. And as we have pointed out again and again to your @@ -2345,7 +2309,7 @@ gravity of the situation."</p> <p class="normal">"Won't you take a chair?" asked the soldier quickly.</p> <p class="normal">James Greyman glanced at the Political. "No, thanks, I won't be long. -There is a class of grain carriers called Bunjârahs. They keep herds +There is a class of grain carriers called Bunjârahs. They keep herds of oxen, and have carried supplies for the Royal troops since time immemorial. They have a charter engraved on a copper breastplate. I've only seen a copy, for the original Jhungi and Bhungi lived ages ago in @@ -2377,7 +2341,7 @@ civilian hurriedly.</p> <p class="normal">"That sounds like the home-counties or a vestry board," interrupted his hearer dryly. "The worst of it, in this case, being that you have -to get your content out of the petty dealers like these Bunjârahs. I +to get your content out of the petty dealers like these Bunjârahs. I came upon one yesterday telling a circle of admirers, in the strictest confidence of course, lest the <i>Sirkar</i> should kill him for letting the cat out of the bag, that he had found that bit of bone at the @@ -2586,7 +2550,7 @@ position, and so, feeling aggrieved, turned on the lad.</p> was your age, and made up my mind it shouldn't be me."</p> <p class="normal">"Sound commercial morality!" laughed another guest. "Try it, -Mainwaring, at the next <i>Gymkhâna</i>. By the way, I hear that +Mainwaring, at the next <i>Gymkhâna</i>. By the way, I hear that professional, Greyman, is off, so amateurs will have a chance now; he was a devilish fine rider."</p> @@ -2659,7 +2623,7 @@ fund of passive resentment for the least change in the inherited routine of service. Changes which they referred to the fact that the new-fangled sahibs were not real sahibs. But the heavy, little and big breakfasts, the unlimited beer, the solid dinners, the milk punch and -brandy <i>pâni</i>, all had their appointed values in the Gissings' house; +brandy <i>pâni</i>, all had their appointed values in the Gissings' house; so the servants watched their mistress with approving smiles. And on Mondays there was always a larger posse than usual to see the old Mai, who had been Alice Gissing's ayah for years and years, hand up the @@ -3076,7 +3040,7 @@ green-room. Still of the identity of the man he knew Jim Douglas had no doubt, and as this one was also the nearest, he promptly seized him by the both shoulders and gave him a sound Western kick, which would have been followed by others if the recipient had not slipped from his -hold like an eel. For Jhungi, Bunjârah, and general vagrant, +hold like an eel. For Jhungi, Bunjârah, and general vagrant, habitually oiled himself from head to foot after the manner of his profession as a precaution against such possible attempts at capture.</p> @@ -3125,7 +3089,7 @@ aside to salaam again.</p> <p class="normal">"The Huzoor is a male judge," he said admiringly. "No black man could deceive him. This slave has certainly been whipped. He fell among liars who robbed him of his reputation. Will the Huzoor do likewise? -On the honor of a Bunjârah 'tis Bhungi whom the Huzoor beats. He gives +On the honor of a Bunjârah 'tis Bhungi whom the Huzoor beats. He gives Jhungi bitter powders when he gets the fever. And even Bhungi but tries to earn a stomachful as he can when the Huzoors take his trade from him."</p> @@ -3146,7 +3110,7 @@ crinoline. Jhungi with a shocked expression stooped down and covered it up decorously.</p> <p class="normal">"But it is my trade," he replied; "the Huzoor must surely have heard -of the Many-Faced tribe of Bunjârahs? I am of them.'</p> +of the Many-Faced tribe of Bunjârahs? I am of them.'</p> <p class="normal">"Lie not, Jhungi!" interrupted Tiddu calmly, "he is but my apprentice, Huzoor, but I----" he paused, caught up a cloth, gave it one dexterous @@ -3309,7 +3273,7 @@ the neem-tree between us two."</p> between us, and Mighty Murri-am herself to see it grow," he echoed. "Is the Huzoor satisfied?"</p> -<p class="normal">The Englishman knew enough of Bunjârah oaths to be sure that he had, +<p class="normal">The Englishman knew enough of Bunjârah oaths to be sure that he had, at least, the cream of them; besides, a hundred rupees went far in the purchase of good faith. So that matter was settled, and he felt it to be a distinct relief; for during the last day or two he had been @@ -3317,7 +3281,7 @@ casting about for a fair start rather aimlessly. In truth, he had underrated the gap little Zora's death would make in his life, and had been in a way bewildered to find himself haunting the empty nest on the terraced roof in forlorn, sentimental fashion. The sooner, -therefore, that he left Lucknow the better. So, as the Bunjârah had +therefore, that he left Lucknow the better. So, as the Bunjârah had told him the caravan was starting the very next morning, he hastily completed his few preparations, and having sent Tara word of his intention, went, after the moon had risen, to lock the doors on the @@ -3327,7 +3291,7 @@ he himself had always lodged, in European fashion, near the Palace.</p> <p class="normal">The garden, as he entered it, lay peaceful as ever; so utterly unchanged from what he remembered it on many balmy moonlit nights, that he could not help looking up once more, as if expectant of that -tinsel flutter, that soft welcome, "<i>Khush-âmud-und Huzrut</i>." Strange! +tinsel flutter, that soft welcome, "<i>Khush-âmud-und Huzrut</i>." Strange! So far as he was concerned the idyl might be beginning; but for her? All unconsciously, as he paused, his thought found answer in one spoken word--the Persian equivalent for "it is finished," which has @@ -3576,7 +3540,7 @@ listening, mother," he replied, "for the sake of the dead."</p> "It is not much for listening. I am pensioner, Huzoor. The King gave me three rupees, but now he is gone and the money comes not. If the Huzoor would tell those who send it that -Ashrâf-un-Nissa-Zainub-i-Mahal--the Huzoor may know my name, being as +Ashrâf-un-Nissa-Zainub-i-Mahal--the Huzoor may know my name, being as my father and mother--wants it. That is all, Huzoor."</p> <p class="normal">It was not much, but Jim Douglas could supplement the rest. Here was @@ -3596,7 +3560,7 @@ for three months; that is nine."</p> <p class="normal">The chink of the silver had a background of blessings, and Jim Douglas walked on, thinking what a quaint commentary this little incident was -on his puzzle. "Ashrâf-un-Nissa-Zainub-i-Mahal." "Honor-of-women and +on his puzzle. "Ashrâf-un-Nissa-Zainub-i-Mahal." "Honor-of-women and Ornament-of-Palaces." If the King's paymaster had thought twice about such things, the poor old lady might not have been starving. He was the real culprit. And three months' delay was not long for sanctions, @@ -3680,7 +3644,7 @@ placidly against the rocks of offense.</p> flag did not float. It lay upon the eastern side above the river where four rose-red fortress walls hemmed in a few acres of earth from the march of Time himself, and safe-guarded a strange survival of -sovereignty in the person of Bahâdur Shâh, last of the Moghuls. An old +sovereignty in the person of Bahâdur Shâh, last of the Moghuls. An old man past eighty years of age, who dreamed a dream of power among the golden domes, marble colonnades, and green gardens with which his ancestors had crowned the eastern wall.</p> @@ -3718,7 +3682,7 @@ sword-hilt; for he was still within the gate, therefore a despot. A few yards further he would be a dropsical old man; no more.</p> <p class="normal">"Your slave reads!" faltered the editor of the Court Journal. -"Mussamât Hâfzan's record of the women's apartments being late to-day, +"Mussamât Hâfzan's record of the women's apartments being late to-day, hath delayed----"</p> <p class="normal">"'Twas in time enough, uncle, if thou wouldst make fewer flourishes," @@ -3726,7 +3690,7 @@ retorted a woman's voice; it was nothing but a voice by reason of the voluminous Pathan veil covering the small speaker.</p> <p class="normal">"Curse thee for a misbegotten hound!" bawled Mahboob. "Am I to lose -the entrance fee I paid Gâmu, the Huzoor's orderly, for first +the entrance fee I paid Gâmu, the Huzoor's orderly, for first interview--when money is so scarce too! Read as it stands, idiot--'tis but an idle tale at best."</p> @@ -3740,7 +3704,7 @@ side arches on the guards' quarters, and through which the sunlight streamed in a broad band of gold across the red stone causeway.</p> <p class="normal">The attributes of the Almighty having come to an end the reader began -on those of Bahâdur Shâh, Father of Victory, Light of Religion, +on those of Bahâdur Shâh, Father of Victory, Light of Religion, Polestar and Defender of the Faith----</p> <p class="normal">"Faster, fool, faster," came the fat voice.</p> @@ -3769,7 +3733,7 @@ cooling draught yesterday and requires all the care we can give him."</p> priest, who has piously made over long years of his own life to prolong his Majesty's," retorted Mahboob, scowling at the speaker, who wore the Moghul dress, proclaiming him a member of the royal family. -There was no lack of such in the palace-fort, for though Bahâdur Shâh +There was no lack of such in the palace-fort, for though Bahâdur Shâh himself, being more or less of a saint, had contented himself with some sixty children, his ancestors had sometimes run to six hundred.</p> @@ -3783,12 +3747,12 @@ more need for haste.</p> <p class="normal">"Read on, fool! Who told thee to stop?"</p> -<p class="normal">"The Princess Farkhoonda Zamâni entered by the Delhi gate."</p> +<p class="normal">"The Princess Farkhoonda Zamâni entered by the Delhi gate."</p> <p class="normal">Mahboob gave a scornful laugh in his turn. "To visit the Mirza's house, no doubt. Let her come--a pretty fool! Yet she had wiser stay where she hath chosen to live, instead of being princess one day and -plain Newâsi the next. There are enough women without her in the +plain Newâsi the next. There are enough women without her in the palace!"</p> <p class="normal">So it seemed, to judge by the stream of female names and titles @@ -3813,9 +3777,9 @@ into the causeway. "That, seeing there is no news, will be something to amuse the Queen withal," came the sharp voice.</p> <p class="normal">"There may be news enough, when that fat pig returns, to make it hard -to amuse thy mistress, Mussamât Hâfzan," suggested another bystander.</p> +to amuse thy mistress, Mussamât Hâfzan," suggested another bystander.</p> -<p class="normal">The chrysalis paused. "My mistress! Nay, sahib! Hâfzan is that to +<p class="normal">The chrysalis paused. "My mistress! Nay, sahib! Hâfzan is that to herself only. I am for no one save myself. I carry news, and the more the better for my trade. Yet I have not had a real good day for gifts of gratitude from my hearers, since Prince Fukrud-deen, the @@ -3824,10 +3788,10 @@ he of the Moghul dress broke in hotly.</p> <p class="normal">"Was poisoned, thou meanest, by----"</p> -<p class="normal">Hâfzan's shrill laugh rang through the arches.</p> +<p class="normal">Hâfzan's shrill laugh rang through the arches.</p> <p class="normal">"No names, Mirza sahib, no names! And 'tis no news surely to have folk -poisoned in the fort; as thou wouldst know ere long, may be, if Hâfzan +poisoned in the fort; as thou wouldst know ere long, may be, if Hâfzan were spiteful. But I name no names--not I! I carry news, that is all."</p> <p class="normal">So, with a limp, showing that the woman within was a cripple, the @@ -3846,14 +3810,14 @@ gold and blue, clasping a garden set with flowers and fruit. Blue sky, white marble colonnades, and golden domes vaulting and zoning the burnished leaves of the orange trees, where the green fruit hung like emeralds above a tangle of roses and marigolds, chrysanthemums and -crimson amaranth. Hâfzan paused among them for a second; then, all +crimson amaranth. Hâfzan paused among them for a second; then, all unchallenged by any, passed on up the steps of the marble platform, which lies between the Baths and the Private Hall of Audience. That marvelous building where the legend, Cunningly circled into the decorations, still tells the visitor again and again that, "If earth holds a haven of bliss, It is this, it is this, it is this."</p> -<p class="normal">Here, on the platform, Hâfzan paused again to look over the low +<p class="normal">Here, on the platform, Hâfzan paused again to look over the low parapet. The wide eastern plains stretched away to the pale blue horizon before her, and the curving river lay at her feet edging the high bank, faced with stone, which forms the eastern defense of the @@ -3888,7 +3852,7 @@ of the baths, gossiping and chattering shrilly, and clanking heavy anklets as they came. And with them, a heavy perfumed steam suggestive of warm indolence, luxury, sensuality, passed out into the garden.</p> -<p class="normal">"What! done already?" called Hâfzan in surprise.</p> +<p class="normal">"What! done already?" called Hâfzan in surprise.</p> <p class="normal">"Already!" echoed a bold-faced trollop pertly, "<i>Ari</i>, sister. Art grown a loose-liver? Sure this is Friday, and the King, good man, @@ -3897,7 +3861,7 @@ That is the way with us women."</p> <p class="normal">An answering giggle met the sally.</p> -<p class="normal">"Thou art an impudent hussy, Goloo!" said Hâfzan angrily. "And the +<p class="normal">"Thou art an impudent hussy, Goloo!" said Hâfzan angrily. "And the Queen--where is she?"</p> <p class="normal">"In the mosque praying for patience--in the summer-house playing @@ -3906,10 +3870,10 @@ feeding her son with lollipops--he likes them big, and sweet, and lively, and of his own choosing, does the prince, as I know to my cost." Here a general titter broke in on the unabashed recital.</p> -<p class="normal">"<i>Loh!</i> leave Hâfzan to find out what the Queen does elsewhere," +<p class="normal">"<i>Loh!</i> leave Hâfzan to find out what the Queen does elsewhere," suggested another voice. "We speak not of such things."</p> -<p class="normal">"Then speak lower of others," retorted Hâfzan. "Walls have echoes, +<p class="normal">"Then speak lower of others," retorted Hâfzan. "Walls have echoes, sister, and thy mistress would fare no better than others if thy talk reached Zeenut Maihl's ears."</p> @@ -3917,7 +3881,7 @@ reached Zeenut Maihl's ears."</p> friends on our side now, as thou mayst understand mayhap ere nightfall, when the answer comes."</p> -<p class="normal">Hâfzan laughed. "Thou hast more faith in friends than I. <i>Loh!</i> I +<p class="normal">Hâfzan laughed. "Thou hast more faith in friends than I. <i>Loh!</i> I trust none within these four walls. And out of them but few."</p> <p class="normal">So saying she limped back into the garden, giving a glance as she @@ -3935,7 +3899,7 @@ that remained of the vitality in the Mohammedan dream, was to be ere long like a living, growing branch to which she, the spider, hung by an invisible thread, spinning her cobwebs, seemingly in mid-air.</p> -<p class="normal">"Hush!" The whispered monition made Hâfzan pause in the screened +<p class="normal">"Hush!" The whispered monition made Hâfzan pause in the screened archway till the game was over. It was a sort of dumb-crambo, and a most outrageous <i>double entendre</i> had just brought a smile to the broad heavy face of a woman who lay among cushions in the alcoved @@ -3965,19 +3929,19 @@ spoliations. So the Queen played her game unmolested, as she played dumb-crambo; at which her servants, separated like their betters into cliques, tried to outdo each other.</p> -<p class="normal">"<i>Wâh!</i>" said the set, jubilant over the <i>double entendre</i>. "That is +<p class="normal">"<i>Wâh!</i>" said the set, jubilant over the <i>double entendre</i>. "That is the best to-day."</p> <p class="normal">"If you like it, a clod is a betel nut," retorted the leader of another set. "I'll wager to beat it easily."</p> <p class="normal">The Queen frowned. There was too much freedom in this speech of -Fâtma's to suit her.</p> +Fâtma's to suit her.</p> -<p class="normal">"And I will be the judge," she said with a cruel smile. "Fâtma must be +<p class="normal">"And I will be the judge," she said with a cruel smile. "Fâtma must be taught better manners."</p> -<p class="normal">Fâtma--a woman older than the rest--salaamed calmly; and the fact made +<p class="normal">Fâtma--a woman older than the rest--salaamed calmly; and the fact made the other clique look at each other uneasily. What certainty gave her such confidence as she plucked a gray hair from her own head and placed it on the black velvet cushion which lay at the Queen's feet?</p> @@ -3988,7 +3952,7 @@ real giver of it."</p> <p class="normal">What could it be? Even the Queen raised herself in curiosity; a sign in itself of commendation.</p> -<p class="normal">"Sure I know not," she began musingly, when Fâtma sprang to her feet +<p class="normal">"Sure I know not," she began musingly, when Fâtma sprang to her feet in theatrical appeal.</p> <p class="normal">"Not so! Ornament of Palaces," she cried. "This may puzzle the herd; @@ -4002,7 +3966,7 @@ Moghul Prince, and wearing all the crown jewels.</p> clique, taking their cue from her tone, shrieked modestly, and scrambled for their veils.</p> -<p class="normal">Fâtma salaamed to the very ground.</p> +<p class="normal">Fâtma salaamed to the very ground.</p> <p class="normal">"No! Mother of Princes, 'tis but my riddle--the heir-apparent."</p> @@ -4015,7 +3979,7 @@ private entry to the palace had been given to the King. It enabled him to cross the bridge of boats without the long circuit by the Calcutta gate of the city.</p> -<p class="normal">"A gold mohur for that to Fâtma!" she cried, "and a post nearer my +<p class="normal">"A gold mohur for that to Fâtma!" she cried, "and a post nearer my person. I need such wits sorely." As she spoke she rose to her feet, the smiles fading from her face as she looked out along that white eastward streak; for the jest had brought her back to earnest, to that @@ -4024,7 +3988,7 @@ country which kept her a restless intriguer. "I need men, too," she muttered. "Not dissolute, idle weathercocks or doting old pantaloons! There are plenty of them yonder." So she stood for a second, then turned like lightning on her attendants. "What time----" she began, -then seeing Hâfzan, who had unveiled at the door, she gave a cry of +then seeing Hâfzan, who had unveiled at the door, she gave a cry of pleasure. "'Tis well thou hast come," she said, beckoning to her, "for thou must know God! if I were free to come and go, what could I not compass? But here, in this smothering veil----" She flung even the @@ -4034,22 +3998,22 @@ her broad back. Not a romantic figure truly, but one in its savage temper, strength, obstinacy, to be reckoned with. "What time"--she went on rapidly--"does the King receive his initiates?"</p> -<p class="normal">"At five," replied Hâfzan. Seen without its veil, also, her figure +<p class="normal">"At five," replied Hâfzan. Seen without its veil, also, her figure showed more shrunk than ill-formed, and her pale, thin face would have been beautiful but for its look of permanent ill-health. "The ceremony of saintship begins then."</p> <p class="normal">"Saints!" echoed the Queen, with a hard laugh. "I would make them saints and martyrs, too, were I free. Quick, woman! pen and ink! And -stay! Fâtma's puzzle hath driven all else from my head. What time +stay! Fâtma's puzzle hath driven all else from my head. What time was't that Hussan Askuri was bidden to come?"</p> -<p class="normal">"The saintborn comes at four," replied Hâfzan ceremoniously, "so as to +<p class="normal">"The saintborn comes at four," replied Hâfzan ceremoniously, "so as to leave leisure ere the Chief Eunuch's return with the answer."</p> <p class="normal">Zeenut Maihl's face was a study. "The answer! My answer lies there in -Fâtma's riddle; take two gold mohurs for it, woman, it hath given me -new life. Write, Hâfzan, to the chamberlain, that the disciples must +Fâtma's riddle; take two gold mohurs for it, woman, it hath given me +new life. Write, Hâfzan, to the chamberlain, that the disciples must pass the southern window of the King's private room ere they leave the palace. And call my litter; I must see Hussan Askuri ere I meet him at the King's."</p> @@ -4071,7 +4035,7 @@ eyebrows, and narrow forehead. A dangerous man, to judge by the mixed spirituality and sensuality in his face; a man who could imagine evil, and make himself believe it good. It was Hussan Askuri, the priest and miracle-monger, who led the last of the Moghuls by the nose. It was -not a difficult task, for Bahâdur Shâh, who came tottering across the +not a difficult task, for Bahâdur Shâh, who came tottering across the intervening sunlit space, was but a poor creature. The first impression he gave was of extreme old age. It was evident in the sparse hair, the high, hollow cheeks, the waxy skin, the purple glaze @@ -4086,13 +4050,13 @@ write of me more as poet than king."</p> <p class="normal">"As the king of poets, sire," suggested Hussan Askuri pompously.</p> -<p class="normal">Bahâdur Shâh smiled fatuously. "Good! Good! I will weave that thought +<p class="normal">Bahâdur Shâh smiled fatuously. "Good! Good! I will weave that thought with mine into perfumed poesy." He raised one slender hand for silence, and with the fingers of the other continued counting feet laboriously, until with a sigh of relief, he declaimed:</p> <div class="poem1"> -<p class="i6">"Bahâdur Shâh, sure all the world will know it,<br> +<p class="i6">"Bahâdur Shâh, sure all the world will know it,<br> Was poet more than king, yet king of poets."</p> </div> @@ -4121,7 +4085,7 @@ breathing of thy own life into his mouth--as time will show," murmured the Queen with modest, downcast look. "But last night he muttered in his sleep of enemies----"</p> -<p class="normal">Bahâdur Shâh gave a gasp of dismay. "Of enemies! Nay!--did I truly? +<p class="normal">Bahâdur Shâh gave a gasp of dismay. "Of enemies! Nay!--did I truly? Thou didst not tell me this."</p> <p class="normal">"I would not distress my lord, till fear was over. Now that the pious @@ -4136,7 +4100,7 @@ I have you!" With these words he rushed to the King's couch, and, scattering its cushions, held up at arm's length a lizard. Held by the tail, it seemed in semi-darkness to writhe and wriggle.</p> -<p class="normal">"<i>Ouée! Umma!</i>" yelled the Great Moghul, shrinking to nothing in his +<p class="normal">"<i>Ouée! Umma!</i>" yelled the Great Moghul, shrinking to nothing in his seat, and using after his wont the woman's cry--sure sign of his habits.</p> @@ -4148,7 +4112,7 @@ captive on the ground and stamped it under foot.</p> hold of Zeenut Maihl's hand like a frightened child. The priest shook his head. "It was no carnal creature," he said in a hollow, chanting voice. "It was an emissary of evil made helpless by prayer. Give -Heaven the praise." Bahâdur Shâh began on his creed promptly, but the +Heaven the praise." Bahâdur Shâh began on his creed promptly, but the priest frowned.</p> <p class="normal">"Through his servant," he went on. "For day and night, night and day, @@ -4208,7 +4172,7 @@ going on the same as usual. The disciples, most of them in full uniform, went up and down the steps calmly, and the wordy exordium on the cardinal virtues went on and on. How different it might be, she thought, if she had the voice. She would rouse more than those faint -"<i>Wâh! Wâhs</i>." She would make the fire come to men's eyes. In a sort +"<i>Wâh! Wâhs</i>." She would make the fire come to men's eyes. In a sort of pet with her own helplessness, she moved away and so, through another room, went to stand at another lattice. It looked south over a strip of garden, and there was an open square left in the tracery @@ -4218,7 +4182,7 @@ were all of bright green silk and bore the same lettering. It was the Great Cry: "<i>Deen! Deen! Futteh Mohammed!</i>" As dangerous a woman this, as Hussan Askuri was a man; as dangerous, both of them, to peaceful life, as the fabled bis-cobra, at the idea of which the foolish old -King had cried, "<i>Ouée, Umma!</i>" like any woman.</p> +King had cried, "<i>Ouée, Umma!</i>" like any woman.</p> <p class="normal">And now at last that wordy exordium must be over, for, along the garden path, came the clank of accouterments. Zeenut Maihl's listless @@ -4307,7 +4271,7 @@ corner.</p> and sing lewd songs? Will they not think ill of me? And if thou comest drunken horribly with wine, as thou didst last week, claiming audience of me, thine aunt, not all that title will save me from aspersion. And -if I lose this calm retreat, whither shall poor Newâsi go?"</p> +if I lose this calm retreat, whither shall poor Newâsi go?"</p> <p class="normal">"Nay, kind one!" cried Prince Abool-Bukr, "that shall never be." So saying, he cast away the tinkling <i>saringi</i> and from the litter of @@ -4325,7 +4289,7 @@ central arch, and look down on the singer with kindly eyes.</p> <p class="normal">They were the most beautiful eyes in the world. Such is the consensus of opinion among all who ever saw them. Judged, indeed, by this -standard, the Princess Farkhoonda Zamâni, alias Newâsi Begum, the +standard, the Princess Farkhoonda Zamâni, alias Newâsi Begum, the widow of one of the King's younger sons, must have had that mysterious charm which is beyond beauty. But she was beautiful also, though smallpox had left its marks upon her. Chiefly, however, by a @@ -4357,7 +4321,7 @@ horror over the doings of the survival, and--despite race and religion--an inevitably reluctant, yet inevitably firm adherence was given to civilization. Even the womenfolk on the high roofs knew something of the mysterious woman across the sea, who reigned over the -Huzoors and made them pitiful to women. And Farkhoonda Zamâni read the +Huzoors and made them pitiful to women. And Farkhoonda Zamâni read the London news, with great interest, in the newspaper which Abool-Bukr used to bring her regularly. Hers was the highest roof of all, save one at the back Of her veranda room; so close to it indeed that the @@ -4405,12 +4369,12 @@ interrupted him quickly.</p> mine aunt; and sang in brothels ere I knew what the word meant. So 'tis sheer waste time to interview my scandalized relations as thou dost, and beg them to take me serious. By all the courtesans in the -Thunbi Bazaar, Newâsi, I take not myself so. Nor am I worse than the +Thunbi Bazaar, Newâsi, I take not myself so. Nor am I worse than the holy, pious aunt: I take paradise now, and leave hell to the last. They choose the other way. And make a better bargain for pleasure than I, seeing that the astrologers give me a short life, a bloody death."</p> -<p class="normal">Newâsi caught her hand back to another resting place above her heart. +<p class="normal">Newâsi caught her hand back to another resting place above her heart. "A--a bloody death!" she echoed; "who--who told the lie?"</p> <p class="normal">Prince Abool-Bukr shook his head with a kindly smile. "Oh! heed it @@ -4426,7 +4390,7 @@ milkwoman, who comes from the village where the <i>suttee</i>----"</p> <p class="normal">"The mouse began to gnaw the rope. The rope began to bend the ox. The ox began----" hummed the prince irreverently.</p> -<p class="normal">Newâsi stamped her foot. "But it is true, scoffer! There is a festival +<p class="normal">Newâsi stamped her foot. "But it is true, scoffer! There is a festival of it to-day in some idol temple--may it be defiled! The widow would have burned, after sinful custom, but was prevented by the Huzoors. And rightly. Yet, God knows--seeing the poor soul had to burn sometime @@ -4434,7 +4398,7 @@ through being an idolater--they might have let her burn with her love----"</p> <p class="normal">Abool laughed softly. "And yet thou wilt have naught of Hafiz--Hafiz -the love-lorn! Verily, Newâsi, thou art true woman."</p> +the love-lorn! Verily, Newâsi, thou art true woman."</p> <p class="normal">She ignored the interruption. "So being hindered she went to Benares, and there this fire fell on her through prayer, and burned hands and @@ -4445,7 +4409,7 @@ and making them sound like a tom-tom. "I'll wager my best pigeon, not her face, if she be a good-looking wench! And since fire follows on other things besides prayer, she was a fool not to get it, like me, through pleasure instead. To burn a virgin! What a dreary tale! Look -not so shocked, Newâsi! a man must enjoy these presents, when folk +not so shocked, Newâsi! a man must enjoy these presents, when folk around him waste half the time in dreaming of a future--of something better to come--as thou dost----" He paused, and a soft eager ring came to his voice. "If thou couldst only forget all that--forget who I @@ -4466,7 +4430,7 @@ view.</p> <p class="normal">"Three, four, five trays of sweetstuffs! and one of milk and butter," he cried eagerly, "and by my corn-merchant's bill--which I must pay soon or starve--the carriers are palace folk! Is there, by chance, a -marriage in the clan? Why didst not tell me before, Newâsi? then I +marriage in the clan? Why didst not tell me before, Newâsi? then I could have gone as musician and earned a few rupees."</p> <p class="normal">He gave a flourish of his bow, so drawing forth a lugubrious wail from @@ -4487,7 +4451,7 @@ face.</p> <p class="normal">"So! Thou too canst quote the proclamation like other fools--a fool's message to other fools. Where didst thou see it?"</p> -<p class="normal">Newâsi looked at him disdainfully. "Can I not read, nephew, and are +<p class="normal">Newâsi looked at him disdainfully. "Can I not read, nephew, and are there many in Delhi as heedless as thou? Why, even the Mufti's people discuss such things."</p> @@ -4496,7 +4460,7 @@ tongue and wings too, nowadays. In old time the first tellers of a tale had half forgot it, ere the last hearer heard it; now the whole world is agog in half an hour. But it means naught. Even his heirship. Who cares in Delhi? None!--out of the palace, none! Not even I. Yet -mischief may come of it; so have naught to do with dreamings, Newâsi, +mischief may come of it; so have naught to do with dreamings, Newâsi, if only for my sake. Remember the old saw, 'Weevils are ground with the corn.'"</p> @@ -4507,7 +4471,7 @@ throne," she said, still more coldly.</p> impatiently; "but remember also that 'the body is slapped in the killing of mosquitoes.'" Then, suddenly, an odd change came to his mobile face. It grew strained, haggard; his voice had a growing tremor -in it. "Lo! I tell thee, Newâsi, that Sheeah woman, Zeenut Maihl, in +in it. "Lo! I tell thee, Newâsi, that Sheeah woman, Zeenut Maihl, in her plots for that young fool, her son, will hang the lot of us. I swear I feel a rope around my neck each time I think of her. I who only want to be let live as I like--not to die before my time--die and @@ -4527,18 +4491,18 @@ with a reckless laugh.</p> aunt--these terrors would not come. Nay! be not frightened. Hanging is a bloodless death, and that would confound the soothsayer; so it cuts both ways. And now, since I must have more wine or weep, I will leave -thee, Newâsi."</p> +thee, Newâsi."</p> <p class="normal">"For the bazaar?" she asked reproachfully.</p> -<p class="normal">"For life and laughter. Lo! Newâsi, thou thyself wouldst laugh at -those new-come Bunjârah folk I told thee of, who imitate the sahibs so +<p class="normal">"For life and laughter. Lo! Newâsi, thou thyself wouldst laugh at +those new-come Bunjârah folk I told thee of, who imitate the sahibs so well. But for their eyes," here he nodded gayly to someone below, "they should get one of Mufti's folk to play," he added, his attention as usual following the first lead. "Saw you ever such blue ones as the boy has yonder?"</p> -<p class="normal">Newâsi, drawing her veil tighter, stepped close to his side and peered +<p class="normal">Newâsi, drawing her veil tighter, stepped close to his side and peered gingerly.</p> <p class="normal">"His sister's are as blue, his cousin's also. It runs in the blood, @@ -4551,10 +4515,10 @@ savage.</p> <p class="normal">"I like black ones best," he said insolently; "big, black, staring eyes such as my mother swears my betrothed has to perfection. Thou -hast not seen her yet, Newâsi; so thou canst keep me company in +hast not seen her yet, Newâsi; so thou canst keep me company in imagining them languishing with love. They will not have to languish long for--hast thou heard it? The King hath fixed the wedding." He -paused, then added in a low, cruel voice, "Art glad, Newâsi?"</p> +paused, then added in a low, cruel voice, "Art glad, Newâsi?"</p> <p class="normal">But her temper could be roused too, and her heart had beat in answer to his look in a way which ended calm. "Ay! It will stop this farce of @@ -4593,7 +4557,7 @@ be calm also, trying to hide the beating of her heart.</p> attempting unconsciousness. "Yet do I not understand----"</p> <p class="normal">He shook his delicate hand in derisive denial. "Why, the Princess -Farkhoonda refuses to marry! Nay, Newâsi, we are two fools for our +Farkhoonda refuses to marry! Nay, Newâsi, we are two fools for our pains. That is God's truth between us. So now for lies in the bazaar."</p> <p class="normal">"Peace go with thee." There was a sudden regret, almost a wistful @@ -4603,7 +4567,7 @@ dizzily. "Nay! Peace stays ever with thee."</p> <p class="normal">It was true. Those other women of whom he had spoken gave him kisses galore, but this one? It was a refinement of sensuality, in a way, to -go as he had come. But Newâsi went back to her books with a sigh, +go as he had come. But Newâsi went back to her books with a sigh, telling herself that her despondency was due to Abool's hopeless lack of ambition. If he would only show his natural parts, only let these new rulers see that he had the makings of a king in him! As for the @@ -4617,7 +4581,7 @@ ideals were high.</p> <p class="normal">Abool-Bukr meanwhile was already in a house with a wooden balcony. There were many such in the Thunbi Bazaar, giving it an airiness, a cleanliness, a neatness it would otherwise have lacked. But -Gul-anâri's was the biggest, the most patronized; not only for the +Gul-anâri's was the biggest, the most patronized; not only for the tired heads which looked out unblushingly from it, but for the news and gossip always to be had there. The lounging crowds looked up and asked for it, as they drifted backward and forward aimlessly, @@ -4630,12 +4594,12 @@ Yasmeena had been a good one while she lasted. For there was a hideous, horrible lack of humanity about the Thunbi Bazaar; even in the very women themselves, with their foreheads narrowed by plastered hair to a mere wedge above a bar of continuous eyebrow, their lips -crimsoned in unnatural curves, their teeth reddened with <i>pân</i> or +crimsoned in unnatural curves, their teeth reddened with <i>pân</i> or studded with gold wire, their figures stiffened to artificial prominence. It was as if humanity, tired of its own beauty, sought the lack of it as a stimulant to jaded sensuality.</p> -<p class="normal">"Allâh! the old stale stories," yawned Gul-anâri from the broad sheet +<p class="normal">"Allâh! the old stale stories," yawned Gul-anâri from the broad sheet of native newspaper whence, between the intervals of some of Prince Abool-Bukr's worst songs, she had been reading extracts to her illiterate clients; that being a recognized attraction in her trade. @@ -4656,7 +4620,7 @@ siren; "for yonder in the corner is another hill-tiger." He pointed to a man who had just thanked one of the girls in Pushtoo for a glass of sherbet she handed him.</p> -<p class="normal">"Hill-cat, rather!" giggled Gul-anâri. "He brought me this one, but +<p class="normal">"Hill-cat, rather!" giggled Gul-anâri. "He brought me this one, but yesterday, from a caravan new-come to the serai,"--she stroked the long fur of a Persian kitten on her lap,--"and when I asked for news could not give them. He scarce knew enough Urdu for the settling of @@ -4664,11 +4628,11 @@ prices."</p> <p class="normal">A coarse joke from the Rajpoot, suggesting that he had found few difficulties of that sort in the Thunbi Bazaar, made the sergeant -scowl still more and swear that he would get Mistress Gul-anâri the +scowl still more and swear that he would get Mistress Gul-anâri the news for mere love. Whereat he called over, in Pushtoo, to the man in the corner, who, however, took no notice.</p> -<p class="normal">"He is as deaf as a lizard!" giggled Gul-anâri, enjoying the rejected +<p class="normal">"He is as deaf as a lizard!" giggled Gul-anâri, enjoying the rejected one's discomfiture. "Get my friend the corporal here to yell at him for thee, sergeant. His voice goes further than thine!"</p> @@ -4692,7 +4656,7 @@ Peshawur to Dost Mohammed and take Rajpootana instead. Take it as Oude was taken and Sambalpore, and Jhansi, and all the others."</p> <p class="normal">"Even so," assented a quiet looking man in spectacles. "When the last -<i>Lât</i>-sahib went, he got much praise for having taken five kingdoms +<i>Lât</i>-sahib went, he got much praise for having taken five kingdoms and given them to the Queen. The new one was told he must give more. This begins it."</p> @@ -4700,7 +4664,7 @@ This begins it."</p> "'Tis we have fought the <i>Sirkar's</i> battles, and we are not sheep to be driven against our own."</p> -<p class="normal">Gul-anâri leered admiringly at her new lover. "Nay! the Rajpoots are +<p class="normal">Gul-anâri leered admiringly at her new lover. "Nay! the Rajpoots are men! and 'twas his regiment, my masters, who refused to fight over the sea, saying it was not in the bond. Ay! and gained their point."</p> @@ -4713,7 +4677,7 @@ turban awry.</p> <p class="normal">"Ay, would I! and more, if they dare touch our privilege."</p> -<p class="normal">Gul-anâri leered again, rousing the Pathan sergeant to mutter curses, +<p class="normal">Gul-anâri leered again, rousing the Pathan sergeant to mutter curses, and--as if to change the subject--cross over to the man in the corner, lay insolent hands on his shoulder, and shout a question in his ear. The man turned, met the arrogant eyes bent on him calmly, and with @@ -4801,7 +4765,7 @@ out bold and clear as a cameo.</p> <p class="normal">The cry came incessantly from her lips, and was echoed not only by the procession, but by the spectators. So from many a fierce throat -besides the corporal's, who from Gul-anâri's balcony shouted it +besides the corporal's, who from Gul-anâri's balcony shouted it frantically, that appeal to the Great Death Mother--implacable, athirst for blood--came to light the sordid life of the bazaar with a savage fire for something unknown--horribly unknown, that lay beyond @@ -5116,7 +5080,7 @@ stronghold, within earshot almost of the rose-red walls of the palace; that survival of all the vices Christianity seeks to destroy.</p> <p class="normal">"They have a new service to-night," yawned the chaplain's groom to -others grouped round a common pipe. "I, who have served <i>padrés</i> all +others grouped round a common pipe. "I, who have served <i>padrés</i> all my life--the pay is bad but the kicks less--saw never the like. 'Tis a queer tree hung with lights, and toys to bribe the children to worship it. They wanted mine to go, but their mother is pious and would not. @@ -5180,7 +5144,7 @@ smile; he being of those who admire women for being admired.</p> <p class="normal">"I have arranged about the conjuror, Mrs. Erlton," said Captain Morecombe, who was, indeed, quite ready to do her behests; "that sweep, Prince Abool-bukr,--who is coming, by the way, to see the -show,--has promised me the best in the bazaar. And some Bunjârah +show,--has promised me the best in the bazaar. And some Bunjârah fellows who act, and that sort of business."</p> <p class="normal">"Better find out first what they do act," put in young Mainwaring, who @@ -5398,7 +5362,7 @@ clamor, which gave Kate Erlton the dazed look with which she came into that circle of radiant faces where Prince Abool-Bukr was clapping his hands like a child and thinking, as he generally did when his pleasures could be shared by virtue, of how he would describe it all -to Newâsi Begum on her roof. He drew a spotless white lamb as his +to Newâsi Begum on her roof. He drew a spotless white lamb as his gift; Major Erlton its fellow, and the two men compared notes in sheer laughter, broken English, and shattered Hindustani. And through the fun and the pulling of crackers, Kate, who recovered herself @@ -5625,7 +5589,7 @@ village, and passed out of it as peacefully with its message.</p> <p class="normal">"Mai Dhunnoo knows something, for sure," commented a deep-bosomed mother of sons as the troop followed their "chaperone's" lead, closer serried than before, full of whispering surmise. "The gods send it -mean not smallpox. I will give curds and sugar to thee, Mâta jee, each +mean not smallpox. I will give curds and sugar to thee, Mâta jee, each Friday for a year! I swear it for safety to the boys."</p> <p class="normal">"He slipped in a puddle and cried 'Hail to the Ganges,'" retorted her @@ -5654,7 +5618,7 @@ had two eyes."</p> <p class="normal">The burst of laughter following this sally made the peacemaker, who, as the wife of the headman, had authority, turn in rebuke. 'Twas no -laughing matter to Jâtnis, as they were, who did so much of the field +laughing matter to Jâtnis, as they were, who did so much of the field work, that a token, maybe of ill, should come to the village when the harvest promised so well. The revenue had to be paid, smallpox or no smallpox, Toork or no Toork. And was not one of the Huzoors in camp @@ -5763,7 +5727,7 @@ Moulvie of Fyzabad. It was conceivable that the aspect might change, but for the present he was sick of the whole thing, ambition and all. Horse-dealing was better. So he had established himself in a small house in Duryagunj, started a stable, and then taken a holiday in a -shooting <i>pâl</i> among the jheels and jungles, where in his younger days +shooting <i>pâl</i> among the jheels and jungles, where in his younger days he had spent so much of his time.</p> <p class="normal">Thus, after eating a first-class dinner, he was smoking a first-class @@ -5844,7 +5808,7 @@ all our Indian administration, that we are strangers and exiles.</p> <p class="normal">"Not in!" announced the Resident, studiously cheerful. "But there are heaps of letters for everybody. Did the mem-sahib come in the -carriage, Gâmu?" he added as he sorted out the owners.</p> +carriage, Gâmu?" he added as he sorted out the owners.</p> <p class="normal">"Huzoor!" replied the head orderly, who was also his master's factotum, thrusting the remainder back in the bags. "And the Major @@ -6077,7 +6041,7 @@ recesses of the base. A sort of hollow monolith raised on a plinth of three steps. In its dark windowless sanctuary, open to the outside world by a tingle arch, stood a polished black stone, resting on a polished black stone cup, like a large acorn. For this was the oldest -Shivâla in Delhi, and in the rabbit-warrens surrounding this survival +Shivâla in Delhi, and in the rabbit-warrens surrounding this survival of Baal worship lived and lodged <i>yogis</i>, beggars, saints, half the insanity and sacerdotalism of Delhi. It was not a place into which to venture rashly. So Jim Douglas sat at the gate begging while the @@ -6266,8 +6230,8 @@ A few rich bankers curiously obsequious to the youngest ensign, and one or two pensioners owing their invitations to loyal service, made up the company, which kept to the Persian carpets so as to avoid the necessity for slipping on and off the shoes which lay in rows under -Gâmu the orderly's care, and the consequent necessity for continual -fees. For Gâmu piled up the shekels until his master, after the +Gâmu the orderly's care, and the consequent necessity for continual +fees. For Gâmu piled up the shekels until his master, after the mutiny, had reluctantly to hang him for extorting blood-, as well as shoe-money.</p> @@ -6383,13 +6347,13 @@ a half-impatient shrug of his shoulders, he stepped forward, lifted the dying quail gingerly between finger and thumb, and flung it over the parapet into the river.</p> -<p class="normal">"<i>Ab khutm piyâree tussulli rukhiye!</i>" (Now is it finished, dear one; +<p class="normal">"<i>Ab khutm piyâree tussulli rukhiye!</i>" (Now is it finished, dear one; take comfort!) he said consolingly, looking at Sonny's golden curls. The liquid Urdu was sheer gibberish to the woman, but the child turning his head half-doubtfully, half-reassured, Abool-Bukr's face softened instantly.</p> -<p class="normal">"<i>Mujhe muaâf. Murna sub ke hukk hai</i>" (Excuse me. Death is the right +<p class="normal">"<i>Mujhe muaâf. Murna sub ke hukk hai</i>" (Excuse me. Death is the right of all), he said with a graceful salaam as he passed on.</p> <p class="normal">So the water Captain Morecombe brought back was used for a different @@ -6779,7 +6743,7 @@ ust?</i></p> <p class="normal">One of them was saying it on a roof close by. It was Abool-Bukr, who, on his way home, had given himself the promised pleasure of retailing -his virtuous afternoon's experiences to Newâsi; for his two-months-wed +his virtuous afternoon's experiences to Newâsi; for his two-months-wed bride had not broken <i>him</i> of his habit of coming to his kind one, though it had made <i>her</i> graver, more dignified. Still she broke in on his thick assertion--for he had drunk brandy in his efforts to be @@ -6794,7 +6758,7 @@ of the sort who would have men better than God made them----"</p> <p class="normal">"No worse, thou meanest," she replied.</p> -<p class="normal">He shook his head. "Women, Newâsi, are as the ague. A man is ever +<p class="normal">He shook his head. "Women, Newâsi, are as the ague. A man is ever being made better or worse till he knows not if he be well or ill. And both ways God's work is marred, a man driven from his right fate----"</p> @@ -6802,7 +6766,7 @@ both ways God's work is marred, a man driven from his right fate----"</p> "Sure, if Jewun Bukht with that evil woman, Zeenut----"</p> <p class="normal">He started to his feet, thrusting out lissome hands wildly, as if to -set aside some thought. "Have a care, Newâsi, have a care!" he cried. +set aside some thought. "Have a care, Newâsi, have a care!" he cried. "Talk not of that arch plotter, arch dreamer. Nay! not arch dreamer! 'tis thou that dreamest most. Dreamest war without blood, men without passion, me without myself! Was there not blood on my hands ere ever I @@ -6818,7 +6782,7 @@ me alone, woman?"</p> <p class="normal">She drew back coldly. "Do I ask thee to come thither? Thy wife----"</p> <p class="normal">He gave a half-maudlin laugh. "Nay, I mean not that! Sure thou art -very woman, Newâsi! That is why I love mine aunt! That is why I come +very woman, Newâsi! That is why I love mine aunt! That is why I come to see her--that----"</p> <p class="normal">She interrupted him hastily; but her eyes grew soft, her voice @@ -7258,7 +7222,7 @@ usual stream of night traffic toward Meerut. He passed two or three strings of large, looming, half-seen wains without drawing bridle, then pulled up almost involuntarily to a trot at the curiously even tread of a drove of iron-shod oxen, and a low chanted song from behind -it. Bunjârah folk! The rough voice, the familiar rhythm of the hoofs, +it. Bunjârah folk! The rough voice, the familiar rhythm of the hoofs, reminded him of many a pleasant night-march in their company.</p> <p class="normal">"A good journey, brothers!" he called in the dialect. The answer came @@ -7270,7 +7234,7 @@ unerringly, dark though it was.</p> a horse along a highroad at night was bound to be alien in a country where horses are ambled and travelers go in twos and threes. So the rough, broad faces would be smiling over the surprise of a sahib -knowing the Bunjârah talk; unless, indeed, it happened to be---- The +knowing the Bunjârah talk; unless, indeed, it happened to be---- The possibility of its being the <i>tanda</i> he knew had not occurred to him before. He pulled up and looked round. A breathless shadow was at his stirrup, and he fancied he saw a shadow or two further behind.</p> @@ -7311,7 +7275,7 @@ shouldn't he come, if he likes?"</p> <p class="normal">Tiddu paused, as if in sheer amaze, for a second. "The Huzoor has not heard of the yellow fakir? The dumb fakir who brings the speech that -brings more than speech. <i>Wâh!</i>"</p> +brings more than speech. <i>Wâh!</i>"</p> <p class="normal">"Speech that is more than speech," echoed Jim Douglas angrily, then paused in his turn; the phrase reminded him, vaguely, of his past @@ -7451,7 +7415,7 @@ to native humanity was exchanged for a strange restlessness. The doors stood open for the most part, and men wandered in and out aimlessly, like swarming bees before the queen appears. In the bazaar, in the city too, crowds drifted hither and thither, thirstily, as if it were -not the fast month of Rumzân, when the Mohammedans are denied the +not the fast month of Rumzân, when the Mohammedans are denied the solace of even a drop of water till sundown. Drifted hither and thither, pausing to gather closer at a hint of novelty, melting away again, restless as ever.</p> @@ -7593,7 +7557,7 @@ be struck with chance of success.</p> <p class="normal">"Ameen!" assented one old man who had come with him. An old man in a huge faded green turban with dyed red hair and beard, and with a huge -green waistband holding a curved scimitar. Briefly, a Ghâzee or +green waistband holding a curved scimitar. Briefly, a Ghâzee or Mohammedan fanatic. "Patience, all ye faithful, till Sunday, the 31st of May. Then, while the hell-doomed infidels are at their evening prayer, defenseless, fall on them and slay. God will show the right! @@ -7632,19 +7596,19 @@ That is the word. The word of the King, of the Brahmins, of India, of God!"</p> <p class="normal">"The 31st! Then slay and spare not! It is <i>jehad! Deen! Deen! Futteh -Mohammed!</i>" said the Ghâzee.</p> +Mohammed!</i>" said the Ghâzee.</p> <p class="normal">The cry, though a mere whisper, electrified the Mohammedans, and an older man in the group of dissentients at the door muttered that he could hold his troop--if others who had risen to favor quicker than he--could hold theirs.</p> -<p class="normal">"I'll hold mine, Khân sahib, without thine aid," retorted a very young +<p class="normal">"I'll hold mine, Khân sahib, without thine aid," retorted a very young smart-looking native officer angrily. "That is if the women will hold their tongues. But, look you, my troop held the hardest hitters in the 3d. And Nargeeza's fancy is of those in jail. Now Nargeeza leads all the other town-women by the nose; and that means much to men who be -not all saints like Ghâzee-<i>jee</i> yonder, who ties the two ends of life +not all saints like Ghâzee-<i>jee</i> yonder, who ties the two ends of life with a ragged green turban and a bloody banner!"</p> <p class="normal">"And I see not why our comrades should stay yonder for three weeks, @@ -7663,7 +7627,7 @@ audacity to stipulate for their Colonel's life."</p> the agent's. "We of the 11th kill not men who have led us to victory. And if this be not understood I, Soma, Yadubansi, go straight to the Colonel and tell him. We are not butchers in the 11th: Oh, priest of -Kâli!"</p> +Kâli!"</p> <p class="normal">The agent turned a little pale. He did not care to have his calling known, and he saw at a glance that his challenger had the reckless @@ -7687,7 +7651,7 @@ the agent stood at the door giving the word in a final whisper:</p> <p class="normal">"Patience till the 31st."</p> -<p class="normal">"Willst take a seat in our carriage, Ghâzee-<i>jee</i>," said a fat native +<p class="normal">"Willst take a seat in our carriage, Ghâzee-<i>jee</i>," said a fat native officer as he passed out. "'Tis at thy service since thou goest to Delhi and we must return to-night. God knows we have done enough to damn us at Meerut over this court-martial! But what would you? If we @@ -7698,12 +7662,12 @@ the sahibs think us cowards that they drive us so? God smite their souls to hell!"</p> <p class="normal">"He will, brother, he will. The Cry shall yet be heard in the House of -the Thief," said the Ghâzee fiercely, his eyes growing dreamy with +the Thief," said the Ghâzee fiercely, his eyes growing dreamy with hope. He was thinking of a sunset near the Goomtee more than a year ago, when he had bid every penny he possessed for his own, in vain.</p> <p class="normal">"Well, come if thou likest," continued the native officer. "That camel -of thine yonder is lame, and we have room. 'Twas Erlton sahib's dâk by +of thine yonder is lame, and we have room. 'Twas Erlton sahib's dâk by rights, but he goes not; so we got it cheap instead of an <i>ekka</i>."</p> <p class="normal">"Erlton sahib's!" echoed the fanatic, clutching at his sword. "Ay! @@ -7713,7 +7677,7 @@ Soubadar-<i>jee!</i> I travel in no carriage of Erlton sahib's. My camel will serve me."</p> <p class="normal">"'Tis the vehicle of saints," sneered the owner of the rakish Moghul -cap. "Verily, when I saw thee mounted on it, Ghâzee-<i>jee</i>, I deemed +cap. "Verily, when I saw thee mounted on it, Ghâzee-<i>jee</i>, I deemed thee the Lord Ali."</p> <p class="normal">"Peace! scoffer," interrupted the fanatic, "lest I mistake thee for an @@ -7793,7 +7757,7 @@ when sunsetting brought the men from the lines. This, then, was the time for sleep. But Nargeeza, recognized head of the recognized regimental women, sat up suddenly and said sharply:</p> -<p class="normal">"Thou didst not tell me, Nasiban, what Gulâbi said. Is she of us?"</p> +<p class="normal">"Thou didst not tell me, Nasiban, what Gulâbi said. Is she of us?"</p> <p class="normal">A drowsy lump of a girl stirred, yawned, and answered sullenly, "Yea! Yea! she is of us. She claims our right to kiss no cowards--no @@ -7984,12 +7948,12 @@ command; "I'll go over and see what I can do."</p> who could speak to his sepoys without an interpreter, might have power to steady another.</p> -<p class="normal"><i>Jai bahâduri!</i> (Victory to courage!) muttered Soma under his breath +<p class="normal"><i>Jai bahâduri!</i> (Victory to courage!) muttered Soma under his breath as he watched his Colonel canter quietly into danger. And his finger hungered on that hot May evening for the cool of the trigger which was denied him.</p> -<p class="normal"><i>Jai bahâduri!</i> A murmur seemed to run through the ranks, they dressed +<p class="normal"><i>Jai bahâduri!</i> A murmur seemed to run through the ranks, they dressed themselves firmer, squarer. Colonel Finnis, glancing back, saw a sight to gladden any commandant's heart. A regiment steady as a rock, drawn up as for parade, absolutely in hand despite that strange new sound in @@ -8125,8 +8089,8 @@ his day done.</p> <p class="normal">Where was he? He should have come hours ago, irresistible, overwhelming. But there was no sign. Not a hint of resistance, save every now and again a clatter of hoofs through the darkness, an alien -voice calling "Mâro! Mâro!" to those behind him, and a fierce howl of -an echo, "Mâro! Mâro! Mâ-roh!" from the faithful troop. For Captain +voice calling "Mâro! Mâro!" to those behind him, and a fierce howl of +an echo, "Mâro! Mâro! Mâ-roh!" from the faithful troop. For Captain Craigie, finding none to help him, had changed his cry. It was "kill, kill, kill" now. And the faithful troop obeyed orders.</p> @@ -8175,7 +8139,7 @@ going on in the lines first. So he struck rapidly across the open as the quickest way. And then behind him, close upon him, came another clatter of hoofs, a very different cry.</p> -<p class="normal">"<i>Shâh bash! bhaiyân. Mâro! Mâro!</i>"</p> +<p class="normal">"<i>Shâh bash! bhaiyân. Mâro! Mâro!</i>"</p> <p class="normal">Remembering the glitter of his buckles, he turned and ran for the nearest cover. None too soon, for a Mohammedan trooper was after him, @@ -8235,9 +8199,9 @@ voice from the clatter and rattle of the faithful troop.</p> <p class="normal">"Don't know! Hurry up all you can, Clark! There's more of the devils needing cold steel yonder, and I'd like to see to my wife's safety as -soon as I can. <i>Shâh bâsh bhaiâan Dân-ro. Mâro</i>."</p> +soon as I can. <i>Shâh bâsh bhaiâan Dân-ro. Mâro</i>."</p> -<p class="normal">"Mâro--Mâ--ro--Mâ----roh!" echoed the howl. What was the retreat to +<p class="normal">"Mâro--Mâ--ro--Mâ----roh!" echoed the howl. What was the retreat to them when their Captain's voice called to them as brothers? It is idle to ask the question, but one cannot help wondering if the Captain's pocket still held the official wigging. For the sake of picturesque @@ -8375,7 +8339,7 @@ and waited.</p> <p class="normal">Cavalry, no doubt. And the moon shone on their drawn sabers. By Heaven! Troopers of the 3d! Half a dozen or more!</p> -<p class="normal">"Shâh bâsh, brothers," cried one as they swept past, "we can breathe +<p class="normal">"Shâh bâsh, brothers," cried one as they swept past, "we can breathe our beasts a bit at Begum-a-bad and let the others come up; no need to reach Delhi ere dawn. The Palace would be closed."</p> @@ -8612,7 +8576,7 @@ chanting voice after another, monotonously insistent.</p> <p class="normal">"Prayer is more than sleep! than sleep! than sleep!"</p> <p class="normal">And the city woke to another day of fasting. Woke hurriedly, so as to -find time for food ere the sun rose, for it was Rumzân, and one-half +find time for food ere the sun rose, for it was Rumzân, and one-half of the inhabitants would have no drop of water till the sun set, to assuage the terrible drought of every living, growing thing beneath the fierce May sun. The backwaters lay like a steel mirror reflecting @@ -8650,7 +8614,7 @@ But at what distance?</p> <p class="normal">As a matter of fact only one Englishman was close enough to be considered a pursuer, and he was but a poor creature on foot, still -dazed by a fall, striking across country to reach the Raj-ghât ferry +dazed by a fall, striking across country to reach the Raj-ghât ferry below the city. For when Jim Douglas had recovered consciousness it had been to recognize that he was too late to be the first in Delhi, and that he could only hope to help in the struggle. And that tardily, @@ -8686,9 +8650,9 @@ once--nay, I will go as I am if it comes to that."</p> pulse-feeling," protested the shocked tirewoman.</p> <p class="normal">"All the more need for hurry," retorted Zeenut Maihl. "Quick! Slippers -and a veil! Thine will do, Fâtma; sure what makes thee decent----" She +and a veil! Thine will do, Fâtma; sure what makes thee decent----" She gave a spiteful laugh as she snatched it from the woman's head and -passed to the door; but there she paused a second. "See if Hafzân be +passed to the door; but there she paused a second. "See if Hafzân be below. I bid her come early, so she should be. Tell her to write word to Hussan Askuri to dream as he never dreamed before! And see," her voice grew shriller, keener, "the rest of you have leave. Go! cozen @@ -8727,7 +8691,7 @@ they call on the defender of the faith."</p> <p class="normal">With reckless hand she set the lattice wide, so becoming visible for an instant, and a shout of "The Queen! The Queen!" mingled with that other of "The Faith! The Faith! Lead us, Oh! -Ghâzee-o-din-Bahâdur-shâh, to die for the faith."</p> +Ghâzee-o-din-Bahâdur-shâh, to die for the faith."</p> <p class="normal">Pale as he was with age, the cry stirred the blood in the King's veins and sent it to his face.</p> @@ -8740,7 +8704,7 @@ possibility of speech for a time. The Lord had been on their side, they cried. They had killed every hell-doomed infidel in Meerut! They would do so in Delhi if he would help! They were but an advance guard of an army coming from every cantonment in India to swear allegiance -to the Pâdishah. Long live the King! and the Queen!</p> +to the Pâdishah. Long live the King! and the Queen!</p> <p class="normal">In the dim room behind, Zeenut Maihl and the physician listened to the wild, almost incredible, tale which drifted in with the scented air @@ -8805,7 +8769,7 @@ woman's figure hobbled on through the crowd. The trooper started up with an oath, his own hand seeking his throat involuntarily.</p> <p class="normal">"Heed her not!" said a bystander hastily, "'tis the Queen's scribe, -Hafzân. She hath a craze against men. One made her what she is. Go on! +Hafzân. She hath a craze against men. One made her what she is. Go on! Havildar-jee. So thou didst cut the <i>mem</i> down, and fling the babe----"</p> @@ -8813,7 +8777,7 @@ babe----"</p> the rope about his neck. And he seemed to feel it till he died; when it <i>was</i> there.</p> -<p class="normal">But Hafzân had passed on, and there were no more with words of +<p class="normal">But Hafzân had passed on, and there were no more with words of warning. So the clamor grew and grew, till the garden swarmed with men ready for any deed.</p> @@ -8935,7 +8899,7 @@ a town they could not hope to hold. But there were others of different mettle, longing for loot and license. The 3d Cavalry had many friends in Delhi, especially in the Thunbi Bazaar; so they made for it by braving the shallow streams and shifting sandbanks below the eastern -wall, and so gaining the Raj-ghât gate. Here, after compact with vile +wall, and so gaining the Raj-ghât gate. Here, after compact with vile friends in that vile quarter, they found admittance and help. For what?</p> @@ -8957,7 +8921,7 @@ opened again, except to pass in bare bread, for four long months.</p> the Palace, the city, the little knot of Englishmen looking down the Meerut road. Yet no one could compass that closing. Recruits swarmed in through Selimgarh to the Palace. Robbers swarmed in through the -Raj-ghât gate to harry the bazaars. Only through the Cashmere gate, +Raj-ghât gate to harry the bazaars. Only through the Cashmere gate, held by English officers and a guard of the 38th, no help came. The Collector arriving therein, hot from his gallop to cantonments, found more wonder than alarm; for death was dealt in Delhi by noiseless cold @@ -9029,7 +8993,7 @@ the English ladies at the gate to the security of the harem reached him; reached him in Ahsan-Oolah's warning voice of wisdom. And he listened to both the wheedling ambition and the crafty policy with a half-hearing for something beyond it of pity, honor, good faith; while -Hâfzan, pen in hand, sat with her large profoundly sad eyes fixed on +Hâfzan, pen in hand, sat with her large profoundly sad eyes fixed on the old man's face, waiting--waiting.</p> <p class="normal">"If they come here--outcaste! infidel! I go," said Zeenut Maihl.</p> @@ -9652,7 +9616,7 @@ till the Meerut people smashed up the Palace. They could not be long now, and the city had not risen as yet. The bigger bazaars through which he cantered were almost deserted; everyone had gone home. But at the entrance to an alley a group of boys clustered, and one ran out to -him crying, "Khân-sahib! What's the matter? Folk say people are being +him crying, "Khân-sahib! What's the matter? Folk say people are being killed, but we want to go to school."</p> <p class="normal">"Don't," said Jim Douglas as he passed on. He had seen the @@ -9794,7 +9758,7 @@ the crisis of their own lives before the whole edition was sent out.</p> <p class="normal">But down in the Palace Zeenut Maihl had been watching that white streak of road also, and as the hours passed, her wild impatience would let her watch it no longer. She paced up and down the Queen's -bastion like a caged tigress, leaving Hâfzan to take her place at the +bastion like a caged tigress, leaving Hâfzan to take her place at the lattice. No sign of an avenging army yet! Then the troopers' tale must be true! The hour of decisive action had come, it was slipping past, the King was in the hands of Ahsan-Oolah, and Elahi Buksh, whose face @@ -9806,9 +9770,9 @@ in sheer childish passion tore off her hampering veil and, rolling it into a ball, flung it at the head of a drowsy eunuch in the outside arcade--the nearest thing to a man within her reach.</p> -<p class="normal">"No sign yet, Hâfzan?" she asked fiercely.</p> +<p class="normal">"No sign yet, Hâfzan?" she asked fiercely.</p> -<p class="normal">"No sign, my Queen," replied Hâfzan, with an odd derisive smile. If +<p class="normal">"No sign, my Queen," replied Hâfzan, with an odd derisive smile. If they did not come now, thought this woman with her warped nature, they would come later on; come and put a rope round the necks of men who had laid violent hands on women.</p> @@ -9845,13 +9809,13 @@ as father confessor, had entrance to the womens' rooms and was awaiting her. "Thou hast no grip on the King when I am absent. Canst not even drive that slithering physician from his side?"</p> -<p class="normal">"Cooling draughts, seest thou, Pir-jee," put in Hâfzan maliciously, +<p class="normal">"Cooling draughts, seest thou, Pir-jee," put in Hâfzan maliciously, "have tangible effects. Thy dreams----"</p> <p class="normal">"Peace, woman!" interrupted the Queen sternly, "'tis no time for jesting. Where sits the King now?"</p> -<p class="normal">"In the river balcony, Ornament-of-palaces," replied Fâtma glibly, +<p class="normal">"In the river balcony, Ornament-of-palaces," replied Fâtma glibly, "where he is not to be disturbed these two hours, so the physician says, lest the cooling draught----"</p> @@ -9859,25 +9823,25 @@ says, lest the cooling draught----"</p> someone. And Jewan Bukht, my son? why hath he not answered my summons?"</p> -<p class="normal">"His Highness," put in Hâfzan gravely, "was, as I came by just now, +<p class="normal">"His Highness," put in Hâfzan gravely, "was, as I came by just now, quarreling in his cups with his nephew, the princely Abool-Bukr, regarding the Inspectorship-of-Cavalry; which office both desire--a weighty matter----"</p> <p class="normal">"Peace! she-devil!" almost screamed the Queen. "Can I not see, can I not hear for myself, that thy sharp wits must forever drag the rotten -heart to light--thou wilt go too far, some day, Hâfzan, and then----"</p> +heart to light--thou wilt go too far, some day, Hâfzan, and then----"</p> -<p class="normal">"The Queen will have to find another scribe," replied Hâfzan meekly.</p> +<p class="normal">"The Queen will have to find another scribe," replied Hâfzan meekly.</p> <p class="normal">Zeenut Maihl glared at her, then rolled round into her cushions as if she were in actual physical pain. And hark! From the Lahore gate, as if nothing had happened, came the chime of noon. Noon! and nothing -done. She sat up suddenly and signed to Hâfzan for pen and ink. She +done. She sat up suddenly and signed to Hâfzan for pen and ink. She would wait no longer for the King; she would at least try the Mirza.</p> <p class="normal">"'This, to the most illustrious the Mirza Moghul, Heir-Apparent by -right to the throne of Timoor,'" she dictated firmly, and Hâfzan +right to the throne of Timoor,'" she dictated firmly, and Hâfzan looked up startled. "Write on, fool," she continued; "hast never written lies before? 'After salutation the Begum Zeenut Maihl,'"--the humbler title came from her lips in a tone which boded ill for the @@ -9904,11 +9868,11 @@ in her wheel was Abool-Bukr. He was teaching his young uncle the first pleasures of manhood, and might find it convenient to influence the boy against her. It would be well therefore to get hold of him also. That was not a hard task, and she sat up again without a moment's -hesitation and signed once more to Hâfzan.</p> +hesitation and signed once more to Hâfzan.</p> <p class="normal">"Thy best flourishes," she said with an evil sneer, "for it goes to a rare scholar; to a fool for all that, who would have folk think -nephews visit their aunts from duty! 'This to Newâsi loving and +nephews visit their aunts from duty! 'This to Newâsi loving and beloved, greeting. Consequent on the disturbances, the princely nephew Abool-Bukr lieth senseless here in the Palace.' Stare not, fool! senseless drunk he is by this time, I warrant. 'Those who have seen @@ -9975,7 +9939,7 @@ The only weapon was a cartridge greasy."</p> empty room instead of instant flattery; for he was, after all, the Great Moghul.</p> -<p class="normal">"She prays for the King's recovery," said Fâtma readily. "I will +<p class="normal">"She prays for the King's recovery," said Fâtma readily. "I will inform her that her prayer is granted." But as she passed on her errand, she winked at a companion, who hid her giggle in her veil; for Grand Turk or not, the women hold all the trump cards in seclusion. So @@ -10400,7 +10364,7 @@ Major Paterson through the gate before it closed.</p> <p class="normal">So there was no one left even to try and stem the tide. No one to check that beast-like cry.</p> -<p class="normal">"<i>Mâro! Mâro! Mâro!</i>"</p> +<p class="normal">"<i>Mâro! Mâro! Mâro!</i>"</p> <p class="normal">But, in truth, it would have been a hopeless task. The game was up; the only chance was flight. And two, foreseeing this for the last @@ -10555,7 +10519,7 @@ protest made as yet by the master against mutiny.</p> to do as they liked. The three thousand disciplined soldiers, more or less, might have marched out, had they chose, and annihilated the handful of loyal men about the Flagstaff Tower. But it was -sunset--sunset in Rumzân. And the eyes of thousands, deprived even of +sunset--sunset in Rumzân. And the eyes of thousands, deprived even of a drop of water since dawn, were watching the red globe sink in the West, hungrily, thirstily; their ears were attuned but to one sound--the firework signal from the big mosque that the day's fast was @@ -10592,17 +10556,17 @@ over the partition of coming honors and emoluments.</p> <p class="normal">Abool-Bukr, drunk as a lord, lurched about asserting his intention of being Inspector-General of the King's cavalry, and not leaving man, woman, or child of the hell-doomed alive in India. For he had been -right when he had warned Newâsi to leave him to his own life, his own +right when he had warned Newâsi to leave him to his own life, his own death; when he had shrunk from the inherited bloodstains on his hands, the inherited tinder in his breast. It had caught fire with the first spark, and there was fresh blood on his hands: the blood of a Eurasian boy who had tried to defend his sister from drunken kisses. Someone in -the melée had killed the girl and finished the boy: the Prince himself +the melée had killed the girl and finished the boy: the Prince himself being saved from greater crime by tumbling into the gutter and setting his nose a-bleeding, a catastrophe which had sent him back to the Palace partially sobered.</p> -<p class="normal">But Princess Farkhoonda Zamâni, safe housed in the rooms kept for +<p class="normal">But Princess Farkhoonda Zamâni, safe housed in the rooms kept for honored visitors, knew nothing of this, knew little even of the disturbances; for she had been a close prisoner since noon--a prisoner with servants who would answer no questions, with trays of jewels and @@ -11155,8 +11119,8 @@ life.</p> monotonous voice reading aloud. The reader was evidently the author also, for his frown of annoyance was unmistakable at a sudden diversion caused by the entry of a dozen or more armed men, shouting -at the top of their voices: "<i>Pâdisâth, Pâdisâth, Pâdisâth!</i> We be -fighters for The Faith. <i>Pâdisâth!</i> a blessing, a blessing!"</p> +at the top of their voices: "<i>Pâdisâth, Pâdisâth, Pâdisâth!</i> We be +fighters for The Faith. <i>Pâdisâth!</i> a blessing, a blessing!"</p> <p class="normal">A malicious laugh came from one of the listeners in the arcade--a woman shrouded in a Pathan veil.</p> @@ -11171,7 +11135,7 @@ heard Mahboob say an hour agone that there was too much faith for the Treasury. Lo! moonshee-jee, put that fact down among thy heroics--they need balance!"</p> -<p class="normal">"Sure, niece Hâfzan," reproved the old editor of the Court Journal, "I +<p class="normal">"Sure, niece Hâfzan," reproved the old editor of the Court Journal, "I see naught that needs it. Syyed Abdulla's periods fit the case as peas fit a pod; they hang together."</p> @@ -11202,10 +11166,10 @@ proving His existence by His existence, Omnipotent. High in Dignity, the Avenger of His Faithful people."</p> <p class="normal">The old editor waggled his head with delighted approval; the author -fidgeted over an eloquence not his own; but Hâfzan's high laugh rang +fidgeted over an eloquence not his own; but Hâfzan's high laugh rang cynically:</p> -<p class="normal">"That may be so, most learned divine; yet I, Hâfzan, the harem scribe, +<p class="normal">"That may be so, most learned divine; yet I, Hâfzan, the harem scribe, write no orders nowadays for King or Queen without the proviso of 'writ by a slave in pursuance of lawful order and under fear of death' in some quiet corner. For I have no fancy, see you, for hanging, even @@ -11220,7 +11184,7 @@ of the decline and fall of their government, but who have now convincing proof of what has been written in the Indelible Tablets by God. The following brief account, therefore, of the horrible and memorable events is given here solely for the sake of those still -inclined to treat them as a dream. On Monday, the 16th of Rumzân, that +inclined to treat them as a dream. On Monday, the 16th of Rumzân, that holy month in which the Word of God came down to earth, and in which, for all time, lies the Great Night of Power, the courts being open early on account of the hot weather, the magistrate discharging his @@ -11232,14 +11196,14 @@ The vision came first--the vision of the blessed Lord Ali seen by the muezzin. Wouldst make this time as other times, and deny the miracles by which it is attested as of God?"</p> -<p class="normal">"Miracles!" echoed Hâfzan. "I see no miracle in an old man on a +<p class="normal">"Miracles!" echoed Hâfzan. "I see no miracle in an old man on a camel."</p> <p class="normal">The divine frowned. "Nor in a strange white bird with a golden crown, which hovered over the city giving the sacred cry? Nor in the fulfillment of Hussan Askuri's dream?"</p> -<p class="normal">Hâfzan burst into shrill laughter. "Hussan Askuri! Lo! Moulvie +<p class="normal">Hâfzan burst into shrill laughter. "Hussan Askuri! Lo! Moulvie Mohammed Ismail, didst thou know the arch dreamer as I, thou wouldst not credit his miracles. He dreams to the Queen's orders as a bear dances to the whip. And as thou knowest, my mistress hath the knack of @@ -11249,7 +11213,7 @@ the Princess Farkhoonda----"</p> <p class="normal">"What of the Princess?" asked the newswriter, eagerly, nibbling his pen in anticipation.</p> -<p class="normal">"Nay, not so!" retorted Hâfzan. "I give no news nowadays, since I +<p class="normal">"Nay, not so!" retorted Hâfzan. "I give no news nowadays, since I cannot set 'spoken under fear of death' upon the words."</p> <p class="normal">She rose as she spoke, yet lingered, to stand a second beside the @@ -11264,7 +11228,7 @@ four days ago upon infidels in power? Where are they now? Were there not two thousand of them in Meerut? Did they strike a blow? Did they strike one here? Where is their strength? Gone! I tell thee--gone!"</p> -<p class="normal">Hâfzan laid a veiled clutch on his arm suddenly and her other hand, +<p class="normal">Hâfzan laid a veiled clutch on his arm suddenly and her other hand, widening the folds of her shapeless form mysteriously, pointed into the blaze and shimmer of sunlight. "It lies there, Moulvie-sahib, it lies there," she said in a passionate whisper, "for God is on their @@ -11282,7 +11246,7 @@ animal. The cluster of sepoys who had made their prisoner over to the Palace guard turned hastily from the sight; but the guard drove her on with coarse jibes.</p> -<p class="normal">"The rope dangles close, Moulvie-jee," came Hâfzan's voice again. +<p class="normal">"The rope dangles close, Moulvie-jee," came Hâfzan's voice again. "Ropes, said I? Gentle ropes? Nay! only as the wherewithal to tie writhing limbs as they roast. If thou hast a taste for visions, pious one, tell me what thou seest ahead for the murderers of such poor @@ -11294,7 +11258,7 @@ it? Have we not protested against the past iniquity of criminals, and ignorant beasts, and vile libertines like Prince Abool-Bukr, who take advantage----"</p> -<p class="normal">"He was too drunk for much evil, learned one!" sneered Hâfzan. "Godly +<p class="normal">"He was too drunk for much evil, learned one!" sneered Hâfzan. "Godly men do worse than he in their own homes, as I know to my cost. As for thine edict! Take it to the Princess Farkhoonda. She is a simple soul, though she holds the vilest liver of Delhi in a leash. But the @@ -11304,7 +11268,7 @@ Wherefore?"</p> <p class="normal">"For safety. There are nigh forty in the city police station also."</p> -<p class="normal">Hâfzan gathered her folds closer, "Truly thou art a simple soul, pious +<p class="normal">Hâfzan gathered her folds closer, "Truly thou art a simple soul, pious divine. Dost not think there is a difference, still, between the Palace and the city? But God save all women, black or white, say I! Save them from men, and since we be all bound to hell together by @@ -11326,7 +11290,7 @@ King gave orders for it."</p> <p class="normal">"It comes but now!" replied the sergeant glibly, pointing to a file of servants bearing dishes which were crossing the courtyard from the -royal kitchens. The Moulvie gave a sigh of relief, for Hâfzan's hints +royal kitchens. The Moulvie gave a sigh of relief, for Hâfzan's hints had alarmed him. These same helpless prisoners lay on his conscience, since he and his like were mainly responsible for the diligent search for Christians which had been going on during the last few days; for @@ -11610,7 +11574,7 @@ certain reality in Farkhoonda's pretensions to decorum.</p> reality ever since that first deft suggestion of a possibility had set her heart beating. The possibility, briefly, of the King choosing to set aside that early marriage so tragically interrupted; choosing to -declare it no marriage and give his consent to another. Newâsi had +declare it no marriage and give his consent to another. Newâsi had indignantly scouted the suggestion, had stopped her ears, her heart; but the remembrance of it lingered, enervating her mind, and as she waited for the interview with the Prince she felt vaguely that it was @@ -11628,14 +11592,14 @@ figure with studied seductiveness in every detail of its dress; and she knew that it was so. Why not? If--if he liked it so, and if the King----</p> -<p class="normal">Newâsi clasped her hands nervously and walked up and down the dim +<p class="normal">Newâsi clasped her hands nervously and walked up and down the dim room. Abool was late, and he had no right to be late on this his first visit of ceremony to his aunt. The Mirza-sahib was no doubt late, admitted her attendants, but the door-keeper had reported a disturbance of some kind in the outer court which might be the cause of delay.</p> -<p class="normal">A disturbance! Newâsi, a born coward, shrank from the very thought, +<p class="normal">A disturbance! Newâsi, a born coward, shrank from the very thought, though she felt that it could be nothing--nothing but one of the many brawls, the constant quarrels.</p> @@ -11654,7 +11618,7 @@ again with wild upbraidings, till suddenly they fell as if paralyzed before the awful horror and dread in the face which rose from her fineries.</p> -<p class="normal">"Come, Newâsi!" stammered the white trembling lips, "come from this +<p class="normal">"Come, Newâsi!" stammered the white trembling lips, "come from this hangman's den. Did I not warn thee? But thou hast put the rope round my neck--I who only wanted to live my own life, die my own death. Come! Come!"</p> @@ -11681,14 +11645,14 @@ the white--and they herded like sheep----"</p> <p class="normal">"I told thee; the prisoners, with the cry to kill above the cries of the children, the flash of blood-dulled swords above women's -heads--and I---- Nay! I warned thee, Newâsi, there was butcher +heads--and I---- Nay! I warned thee, Newâsi, there was butcher <i>here</i>"--his blood-stained hands left their mark on his gay clothes.</p> <p class="normal">"Abool!" she cried, "thou didst not----"</p> <p class="normal">"Did I?" he almost screamed. "God! will it ever leave my sight? I gave the call, I ran in, I drew my sword. It spurted over my hands from a -child's throat as I would have struck--or--or--did I strike? Newâsi!" +child's throat as I would have struck--or--or--did I strike? Newâsi!" his voice had sunk again almost to a whisper, "it was in its mother's arms,--she did not cry,--she looked and I--I----" he buried his face in his hands--"I came to thee."</p> @@ -11720,7 +11684,7 @@ swayed past the Great Hall of Audience with its toothed red arches, looking as if they yawned for victims. The courtyard beyond lay strangely silent, despite the shifting crowd, which gathered and melted and gathered again round the little tree-shaded cistern where -but the day before Hâfzan and the Moulvie had watched a mother pause +but the day before Hâfzan and the Moulvie had watched a mother pause to clasp her baby to softer, securer rest.</p> <p class="normal">The woman and the child were at the cistern now, and the Rest had @@ -11743,7 +11707,7 @@ irrevocable step had been taken, the death-pledge made.</p> <p class="normal">So the dream of sovereignty began in earnest behind closed gates. But if women had lost Delhi, those who lay murdered about the little -cistern had regained it. For Hâfzan had spoken truth; the strength of +cistern had regained it. For Hâfzan had spoken truth; the strength of the Huzoors lay there.</p> <p class="normal">The strength of the real Master.</p> @@ -11776,7 +11740,7 @@ the Meerut road. None.</p> Great Mosque when, the last Friday of the fast coming round, its commination service brought many from behind closed doors to realize that by such signs of kingship as beatings of drums, firing of -salutes, and levying of loans, Bahâdur Shâh really had filched the +salutes, and levying of loans, Bahâdur Shâh really had filched the throne of his ancestors from the finest fighters in the world. Filched it without a blow, without a struggle, without even a threat, a defiance.</p> @@ -11852,7 +11816,7 @@ warlike Hindoos will. Until, about dusk, words came to blows amid a tinkling of anklets and a terrible smell of musk; for valor drifted as a matter of course to the wooden balconies of the Thunbi Bazaar during the month of miracle. So that the inmates, coining money, called down -blessings on the new régime.</p> +blessings on the new régime.</p> <p class="normal">Soma, however, with a cut over one eye sorely in need of a stitch, swore loudly when he could find none to patch him up save a doddering @@ -12149,12 +12113,12 @@ leaped to it like a black-buck, and with a cry to Kali, Mother of Death, had fired his musket into it; so sending a dozen or more of the hell-doomed to their place, and one more brave Rajpoot to Swarga.</p> -<p class="normal">"<i>Jai! Jai! Kâli ma ki jai!</i>"</p> +<p class="normal">"<i>Jai! Jai! Kâli ma ki jai!</i>"</p> <p class="normal">An echo of the dead man's last cry came from many a living one, as muskets were gripped tighter in the resolve to be no whit behind. A few more such heroes and the Golden Age would come again; the age of -the blessed Pandâva, who forgot the cause in the quarrel.</p> +the blessed Pandâva, who forgot the cause in the quarrel.</p> <p class="normal">And so for one day more Jim Douglas strained his ears for that distant thunder on the horizon, while the people of the town, becoming more @@ -12202,7 +12166,7 @@ sacks in the corn market and laughed creakily. "Dead! not they. As the <i>tanda</i> passed Karnal four days agone the camping ground was white as a poppy field with tents, and the soldiers like the flies buzzing round them. And if folk want to hear more, I, Tiddu -Baharupa-Bunjârah, can tell tales beyond the Cashmere gate on the +Baharupa-Bunjârah, can tell tales beyond the Cashmere gate on the river island where the bullocks graze."</p> <p class="normal">The creaking voice rose unnecessarily loud, and a man in the dress of @@ -12256,7 +12220,7 @@ at work by torchlight strengthening the bridge defense, and had to dodge a measuring party of artillerymen busy range-finding. His suggestions had been of use!</p> -<p class="normal">But the old Bunjârah took his fierce reproaches philosophically. "'Tis +<p class="normal">But the old Bunjârah took his fierce reproaches philosophically. "'Tis the miscreant Bhungi," he assented mournfully. "He is not to be trusted, but Jhungi having a tertian ague, I deemed a surer foot advisable. Yet the Huzoor need not be afraid. Even the miscreant would @@ -12271,7 +12235,7 @@ by the old rascal, for a lean protesting hand, holding a bag, flourished out of the darkness, and the creaking voice said magnificently:</p> -<p class="normal">"Before Murri-âm and the sacred neem, Huzoor, I have kept my bargain. +<p class="normal">"Before Murri-âm and the sacred neem, Huzoor, I have kept my bargain. As for Jhungi or Bhungi, did I make them that I should know the evil in them? But if the Huzoor suspects one who holds his tongue, let the bargain between us end."</p> @@ -12315,7 +12279,7 @@ calls "a foretaste of the Day of Judgment."</p> come--that atonement must be made.</p> <p class="normal">"Thou wilt kill thyself with prayers and fastings and seekings of -other folks' salvations, Moulvie-sahib," said Hâfzan almost petulantly +other folks' salvations, Moulvie-sahib," said Hâfzan almost petulantly as, passing on her rounds, she saw Mohammed Ismail's anxious face, seeking audience with everyone in authority, "Thou hast done thy best. The rest is with God; and if these find death also, the blame will lie @@ -12324,14 +12288,14 @@ elsewhere."</p> <p class="normal">"But the blame of those, woman?" he asked fiercely, pointing with trembling finger to the little cistern shaded by the peepul tree.</p> -<p class="normal">Hâfzan gave a shrill laugh as she passed on.</p> +<p class="normal">Hâfzan gave a shrill laugh as she passed on.</p> <p class="normal">"Fear not that either, learned one! This world's atonement for that will be sufficient for future pardon."</p> <p class="normal">It might be so, Mohammed Ismail told himself as he hurried off feverishly to another appeal. He had erred in ignorance there; but -what of the forty prisoners still at the Kotwâli--forty stubborn +what of the forty prisoners still at the Kotwâli--forty stubborn Christians despite their dark skins? They were safe so far, but if the city were assaulted?--if some of the fresh, fiery-faithed newcomers---- The doubt left him no peace.</p> @@ -12681,7 +12645,7 @@ least sound.</p> <p class="normal">Even the uproarious devilry of Prince Abool in the alley below did not rouse her, when about midnight he broke loose from the feverish -detaining hold which Newâsi had kept on him by every art of her power +detaining hold which Newâsi had kept on him by every art of her power during the day, lest the master returning should find the Prince in mischief. But now he lurched away with a party of young bloods who had come to fetch him, swearing that he must celebrate the victory @@ -12719,11 +12683,11 @@ those three days, when the sepoys, returning from the sorties and skirmishes, brought back tales of glorious victory, stupendous slaughter. Her man had killed fifteen Huzoors himself, and there were not five hundred left on the Ridge, said Futteh-deen's wife to -Pera-Khân's as they gossiped at the wall; and a good job too. When +Pera-Khân's as they gossiped at the wall; and a good job too. When they were gone there would be an end of these sword cuts and bullet wounds. Not a wink of sleep had she had for nights, yawned Zainub, what with thirsts and poultices! And on the steps of the mosque, too, -the learned lingered to discuss the newspapers. So Bukht Khân with +the learned lingered to discuss the newspapers. So Bukht Khân with fifty thousand men was on his way to swear allegiance, and the Shah of Persia had sacked Lahore, where Jan Larnce himself had been caught trying to escape on an elephant and identified by wounds on his back. @@ -12868,7 +12832,7 @@ chap, but my God! a well plucked one. He sneaked into my tent to tell. But I don't understand it yet, and he said he would come back and arrange. It was all so hurried, you see; I was due at the muster, and he was off when he heard what was up to see Graves--whom he knows. Oh, -curse the whole lot of them! Here, khânsaman! brandy--anything!"</p> +curse the whole lot of them! Here, khânsaman! brandy--anything!"</p> <p class="normal">He gulped it down fiercely, for he had heard of more than life from Jim Douglas.</p> @@ -13041,13 +13005,13 @@ the racket court being within range of the walls. But some, like Major Reid, who never left his post at Hindoo Rao's house for three months, preferred to face the city always. To watch it as a cat watches a mouse to which she means to deal death by and by. Herbert Erlton was -one of these, and so his old khânsaman, with whom Kate used to quarrel +one of these, and so his old khânsaman, with whom Kate used to quarrel over his terribly Oriental ideas of Irish stew and such like--would bring him his lunch, sometimes his dinner, to the pickets. It was quite a dignified procession, with a cook-boy carrying a brazier, so that the Huzoor's food should be hot, and the bhisti carrying a porous pot of water holding bottles, so that the Huzoor's drink might be -cool. The khânsaman, a wizened figure with many yards of waistband +cool. The khânsaman, a wizened figure with many yards of waistband swathed round his middle, leading the way with the mint sauce for the lamb, or the mustard for the beefsteak. He used at first to mumble charms and vows for safe passage as he crossed the valley of the @@ -13188,7 +13152,7 @@ him in the desire, not so much to kill, as to fight. To go on hacking and hewing for ever and ever. As he drifted on smoking his cigar he thought quite kindly of the poor devils of grass-cutters who really worked uncommonly well; just, in fact, as if nothing had happened. So -did the old khânsaman, and the sweeper who had come back to him on his +did the old khânsaman, and the sweeper who had come back to him on his return to the Ridge, saying that the Huzoor would find the tale of chickens complete. And the garden of the ruined house near the Flagstaff Tower whither his feet led him unconsciously, as they often @@ -13219,9 +13183,9 @@ light faded--grew more and more like the clouds above it, rose-red and purple; until, in the distance, it seemed a city of dreams.</p> <p class="normal">In truth it was so still, despite the clangor of bugles and fifes -which Bukht Khân brought with him when, on the 1st of July, he +which Bukht Khân brought with him when, on the 1st of July, he crossed the swollen river in boats with five thousand mutineers. A -square-shouldered man was Bukht Khân, with a broad face and massive +square-shouldered man was Bukht Khân, with a broad face and massive beard; a massive sonorous voice to match. A man of the Cromwell type, of the church militant, disciplinarian to the back-bone, believing in drill, yet with an eye to a Providence above platoon exercise. And @@ -13233,10 +13197,10 @@ themselves against it in all the ardor of new brooms, and failing to sweep the barnacles away, subsided into the general state of dreaminess and drugs. For the bugles and fifes could always be disobeyed on the plea that they were not sounded by the right -Commander-in-Chief. There were three of them now. Bukht Khân the +Commander-in-Chief. There were three of them now. Bukht Khân the Queen's nominee, Mirza Moghul, and another son of the King's, Khair -Sultân. So that Abool-Bukr's maudlin regrets for possible office -became acute, and Newâsi's despairing hold on his hand had to gain +Sultân. So that Abool-Bukr's maudlin regrets for possible office +became acute, and Newâsi's despairing hold on his hand had to gain strength from every influence she could bring to bear upon it. Even drunkenness and debauchery were safer than intrigue, to that vision of retribution which seemed to have left him, and taken to haunting her @@ -13246,7 +13210,7 @@ neighboring mosque; a man who preached a judgment.</p> <p class="normal">"Thou art losing thy looks, mine Aunt," said the Prince to her one day. Not unkindly; on the contrary, almost tenderly. "Dost know, -Newâsi, thou art more woman than most, for thou dost brave all things, +Newâsi, thou art more woman than most, for thou dost brave all things, even loss of good name--for I swear even these Mufti folk complain of thee--for nothing. None other I know would do it, so I would not have it--for something. Yet some day we shall quarrel over it; some day thy @@ -13350,7 +13314,7 @@ nerves!--pshaw!"</p> <p class="normal">It was then that Kate declared that she would really send Tara----</p> <p class="normal">"Mrs. Erlton presents her compliments to the Princess Farkhoonda -Zamâni, and will be obliged," jested Jim Douglas; then paused, in +Zamâni, and will be obliged," jested Jim Douglas; then paused, in truth more irritated than amused, despite the humor on his face. And suddenly he appealed to her almost pitifully, "Mrs. Erlton! if anyone had told you it would be like this--your chance and mine--when the @@ -13419,7 +13383,7 @@ offering to let the English in by Selimgarh and betray the city. When all was said and done, others had betrayed <i>him</i>, had forced <i>his</i> hand; so let him save himself if he could, quietly, without a word to any but Ahsan-Oolah. Above all, not one word to Zeenut Maihl, Hussan -Askuri, and Bukht Khân--that Trinity of Dreams!</p> +Askuri, and Bukht Khân--that Trinity of Dreams!</p> <p class="normal">With which words of wisdom mayhap lightening his load of sins, the fat eunuch left the court once and for all. So the old King, as he sat @@ -13502,7 +13466,7 @@ It is this--it is this--it is this!"</p> latest army lists procurable in Delhi, were ranged the mutinous native officers; for half the King's sovereignty showed itself in punctilious etiquette. At his feet, below the peacock throne, stood a gilded cage -containing a cockatoo. For Hâfzan had been so far right in her +containing a cockatoo. For Hâfzan had been so far right in her estimate of Hussan Askuri's wonders that poor little Sonny's pet, duly caught, and with its crest dyed an orthodox green, had been used--like the stuffed lizard--to play on the old man's love of the marvelous. @@ -13512,15 +13476,15 @@ from Audience Hall to balcony, from balcony to bed.</p> <p class="normal">The usual pile of brocaded bags lay below that again, upon the marble floor, where a reader crouched, sampling the most loyal to be used as a sedative. One would be needed ere long, for the Commanders-in-Chief -were at war; Bukht Khân, backed by Hussan Askuri, with his long black +were at war; Bukht Khân, backed by Hussan Askuri, with his long black robe, his white beard, and the wild eyes beneath his bushy brows, and by all the puritans and fanatics of the city; Mirza Moghul by his -brother, Khair Sultân, and most of the Northern Indian rebels who +brother, Khair Sultân, and most of the Northern Indian rebels who refused a mere ex-soubadar's right to be better than they.</p> <p class="normal">"Let the Light-of-the-World choose between us," came the sonorous voice almost indifferently; in truth those secret counsels of Bukht -Khân with the Queen, of which the Palace was big with gossip, held +Khân with the Queen, of which the Palace was big with gossip, held small place, allowed small consideration for the puppet King.</p> <p class="normal">"Yea! let the Pillar-of-State choose," bawled the shrill voice of the @@ -13529,12 +13493,12 @@ Moghul, whose yellow, small-featured face was ablaze with passion. soubadar of artillery, this puritan by profession, this debaucher of King's----"</p> -<p class="normal">He paused, for Bukht Khân's hand was on his sword, and there was an +<p class="normal">He paused, for Bukht Khân's hand was on his sword, and there was an ominous stir behind Hussan Askuri. Ahsan-Oolah, a discreet figure in black standing by the side of the throne, craned his long neck forward, and his crafty face wore an amused smile.</p> -<p class="normal">Bukht Khân laughed disdainfully at the Mirza's full stop. "What I am, +<p class="normal">Bukht Khân laughed disdainfully at the Mirza's full stop. "What I am, sire, matters little if I can lead armies to victory. The Mirza hath not led his, <i>as yet</i>."</p> @@ -13566,11 +13530,11 @@ five minutes in thy house with a spade and a string bed to hang thee on head down, and I pay every fighter for the faith in Delhi his arrears."</p> -<p class="normal">"<i>Wâh! Wâh!</i>" A fierce murmur of approval ran round the audience, for +<p class="normal">"<i>Wâh! Wâh!</i>" A fierce murmur of approval ran round the audience, for all liked that way of dealing with folk who kept their money to themselves.</p> -<p class="normal">"But, Khân-jee! there is no such hurry," protested the keeper of +<p class="normal">"But, Khân-jee! there is no such hurry," protested the keeper of peace, the promoter of dreams. "The hell-doomed are at the last gasp. Have not two Commanders-in-Chief had to commit suicide before their troops? And was not the third allowed by special favor of the Queen to @@ -13582,7 +13546,7 @@ man, interrupting the tale once more, "offering ten lakhs; but as the writer makes stipulations, we are asking what treasury he means to loot, or if it is hidden hoards."</p> -<p class="normal">Bukht Khân shrugged his shoulders. "The Meean's or the banker's hoards +<p class="normal">Bukht Khân shrugged his shoulders. "The Meean's or the banker's hoards are nearer," he said brutally, "and money we must have, if we are to fight as soldiers. Otherwise----" He paused. There was a stir at the entrance, where a news-runner had unceremoniously pushed his way in to @@ -13603,10 +13567,10 @@ wondering, some of them, if it was bogus news that was to come or not.</p> <p class="normal">Then the court moonshee stood up with a doubtful face. "'Tis from Cawnpore," he murmured, forgetting decorum and etiquette; forgetting -everything save the news that the Nâna of Bithoor had killed the two +everything save the news that the Nâna of Bithoor had killed the two hundred women and children he had pledged himself to save.</p> -<p class="normal">Bukht Khân's hand went to his sword once more, as he listened, and he +<p class="normal">Bukht Khân's hand went to his sword once more, as he listened, and he turned hastily to Hussan Askuri. "That settles it as <i>thou</i> wouldst have it," he whispered. "It is Holy War indeed, or defeat."</p> @@ -13703,20 +13667,20 @@ for the occasion, gave the Great Cry viciously as it was paraded through jostling crowds in the Thunbi Bazaar, where religion found recruits by the score even among the women. While Abool-Bukr, vaguely impressed by the stir, the color, the noise, took to the green and -swore to live cleanly. So that Newâsi's soft eyes shone as she +swore to live cleanly. So that Newâsi's soft eyes shone as she repeated Mohammed Ismail's theories. They were very true, the Prince said; besides this could be nothing but honest fighting since there were no women on the Ridge; whereupon she stitched away at his green banner fearlessly.</p> -<p class="normal">But in the Palace it needed all Bukht Khân's determination and Hussan +<p class="normal">But in the Palace it needed all Bukht Khân's determination and Hussan Askuri's wily dreams to reconcile the old King to the breach of etiquette which the sacrifice of a camel instead of a bull by the royal hands involved. For the army--three-quarters Brahmin and Rajpoot had been promised, as a reward for helping to drive out the infidel, that no sacred kine should be killed in Hindustan.</p> -<p class="normal">And others besides the King objected to the restriction. Old Fâtma, +<p class="normal">And others besides the King objected to the restriction. Old Fâtma, for instance, Shumsha-deen the seal-cutter's wife, as she swathed her husband's white beard with pounded henna leaves to give it the orthodox red dye.</p> @@ -13742,14 +13706,14 @@ brought with her to the house as a bride, and it woke past memories in the old brain, making the black-edged old eyes look at the wife of his youth with a wistful tenderness. For it was years since a woman had performed the kindly office; not since the finery and folly of life -had passed into the next generation's hands. But old Fâtma thought he +had passed into the next generation's hands. But old Fâtma thought he still looked as handsome as any as he finally stepped into the streets in his baggy trousers with one green shawl twisted into a voluminous waistband, another into a turban, his flaming red beard flowing over his white tunic, and a curved scimitar--it was rather difficult to get out of its scabbard by reason of rust--at his side.</p> -<p class="normal">"Lo here comes old Fâtma's Shumsha-deen," whispered other women, +<p class="normal">"Lo here comes old Fâtma's Shumsha-deen," whispered other women, peeping through other chinks. "He looks well for sure; better by far than Murri-am's Faiz-Ahmud for all his new gold shoes!"</p> @@ -13800,8 +13764,8 @@ Ghoorkas, and fifty tall fair Guides from the Western frontier.</p> There's to be no pursuit, you know. The order's out. Ought to have been out long ago. Reserve your fire, men, till they come close up."</p> -<p class="normal">And come close they did, while Walidad Khân, fierce fanatic from -Peshawur, and Gorakh-nâth, fiercer Bhuddist from Nepâl, with fingers +<p class="normal">And come close they did, while Walidad Khân, fierce fanatic from +Peshawur, and Gorakh-nâth, fiercer Bhuddist from Nepâl, with fingers on trigger, called on them jibingly to come closer still; though twenty yards from a breastwork bristling with rifles was surely close enough for anyone? But it was not for the bugler who led the van, @@ -13817,8 +13781,8 @@ thousand and more of their countrymen.</p> really think they are mad. They don't seem to aim or to care. There they are again!"</p> -<p class="normal">It was darker now, and Walidad Khân from Peshawur and Gorakh-nâth from -Nepâl, and Bill Atkins from Lambeth had to listen for that tootling of +<p class="normal">It was darker now, and Walidad Khân from Peshawur and Gorakh-nâth from +Nepâl, and Bill Atkins from Lambeth had to listen for that tootling of assemblies and advances to tell them when to fire blindly from the embrazures into the smoke and the roar and the rattle. So they fell to wondering among themselves if they had nicked him that time. Once or @@ -13832,8 +13796,8 @@ they cuddled down to the rifle stocks and came up to listen. It was like shooting into a herd of does for the one royal head; and some of the sportsmen had tempers.</p> -<p class="normal">"<i>Shaitân-ke-butcha!</i>" (Child of the devil), muttered Walidad Khân, -whereat Gorakh-nâth grinned from ear to ear.</p> +<p class="normal">"<i>Shaitân-ke-butcha!</i>" (Child of the devil), muttered Walidad Khân, +whereat Gorakh-nâth grinned from ear to ear.</p> <p class="normal">"Wot cher laughin' at?" asked Bill Atkins, who had been indulging in language of his own. "A feller can't 'it ghosts. An' e's the piper as @@ -13866,7 +13830,7 @@ to dig one grave; for fourteen hours of what the records call "unusual intrepidity"--contemptuously cool equivalent for all that faith and fury--had only killed one infidel.</p> -<p class="normal">Shumsha-deen's Fâtma, however, was as proud as if he had killed a +<p class="normal">Shumsha-deen's Fâtma, however, was as proud as if he had killed a hundred; for he had bled profusely for the faith, having been at the very outset of it all kicked by a camel and sent flying on to a rock to dream confused dreams of valor till the bleeding from his nose @@ -13917,7 +13881,7 @@ their God.</p> drifted down the great Flights-of-Steps to the city, leaving Mohammed Ismail alone under the dome.</p> -<p class="normal">"Didst expect otherwise, my Queen?" said Bukht Khân hardily. "So did +<p class="normal">"Didst expect otherwise, my Queen?" said Bukht Khân hardily. "So did not I! But the end is gained. Delhi was not ours in heart and soul before. It is now. When the assault comes those who fought for faith will fight for their skins. And at the worst there is Lucknow for good @@ -13930,7 +13894,7 @@ she had summoned to her aid bid fair to make flight necessary even for a woman. Had she ventured too much? Was there yet time to throw him over, throw everyone over and make her peace? She turned instinctively in her thoughts to one who loved money also, who also had hoards to -save. And so, within half an hour of Bukht Khân's departure, +save. And so, within half an hour of Bukht Khân's departure, Ahsan-Oolah was closeted with the Queen, who after the excitement of the day needed a cooling draught.</p> @@ -13938,7 +13902,7 @@ the day needed a cooling draught.</p> almost all the possible permutations of confederacy had come about, with the result that--each combination's intrigue being known to the next--a general distrust had fallen upon all. In addition, there was -now a fourth Commander-in-Chief; one Ghaus Khân, from Neemuch, who +now a fourth Commander-in-Chief; one Ghaus Khân, from Neemuch, who declared the rest were fools.</p> <p class="normal">In truth the Dream was wearing thin indeed within the Palace.</p> @@ -13983,7 +13947,7 @@ restless if she does not go--and I am all right."</p> <p class="normal">In truth Tara had been growing restless of late. Kate, looking up from the game of chess--at which her convalescent gave her half the pieces on the board and then beat her easily--used to find those dark eyes -watching them furtively. Zora Begum had never played shatrïnj +watching them furtively. Zora Begum had never played shatrïnj with the master, had never read with him from books, had never treated him as an equal. And, strangely enough, the familiar companionship--inevitable under the circumstances--roused her jealousy @@ -14046,7 +14010,7 @@ mother's darlings, did not think it strange. She looked wistfully at her charge, then at Kate apologetically.</p> <p class="normal">"It was safer, Huzoor. And at least he is fat and fresh. I gave him -milk and <i>chikken-brât</i>.<a name="div7Ref_06" href="#div7_06"><sup>[6]</sup></a> And it was but a tiny morsel of opium just +milk and <i>chikken-brât</i>.<a name="div7Ref_06" href="#div7_06"><sup>[6]</sup></a> And it was but a tiny morsel of opium just to make him quiet in the bundle."</p> <p class="normal">Something in the quavering old voice made Kate cross quickly to the @@ -14057,36 +14021,36 @@ old woman and kneel beside her.</p> <p class="normal">But the interest had died from the haggard face. "They said folk would be damned for it," she muttered half to herself, "but what could I do? The mem, my mem, said 'Take care of the boy.' So I gave him -<i>chikken-brât</i> and milk." She paused, then looked up at Kate slowly. +<i>chikken-brât</i> and milk." She paused, then looked up at Kate slowly. "But I can grind and spin no more, Huzoor. My life is done. So I have brought him here--and----" she paused again for breath.</p> <p class="normal">"How did you find me out?" asked Kate, longing to give the old woman some restorative, yet not daring to offer it, for she was a -Mussulmâni.</p> +Mussulmâni.</p> <p class="normal">The old Mai reached out a skeleton of a hand, half-mechanically, to flick away a fluff of cotton wool from the still sleeping child's -face. "It was the <i>chikken-brât</i>, Huzoor. The Huzoor will remember the -old mess khânsaman? He did the <i>pagul khanas</i> [picnics] and nautches +face. "It was the <i>chikken-brât</i>, Huzoor. The Huzoor will remember the +old mess khânsaman? He did the <i>pagul khanas</i> [picnics] and nautches for the sahib logue. A big man with gold lace who made the cake at Christmas for the babas and set fire to plum-puddeens as no other -khânsaman did. And made <i>estârfit</i> turkeys and <i>sassets</i> [stuffed -turkey and sausages]--and----" She seemed afloat on a Bagh-o-bahâr +khânsaman did. And made <i>estârfit</i> turkeys and <i>sassets</i> [stuffed +turkey and sausages]--and----" She seemed afloat on a Bagh-o-bahâr list of comestibles, a dream of days when, as ayah, she had watched many a big dinner go from the cook room.</p> -<p class="normal">"But about the <i>chikken-brât</i>, ayah?" asked Kate with a lump in her +<p class="normal">"But about the <i>chikken-brât</i>, ayah?" asked Kate with a lump in her throat; for the wasted figure babbling of old days was evidently close on death.</p> -<p class="normal">"Huzoor! Mungul Khân keeps life in him, these hard times, with the +<p class="normal">"Huzoor! Mungul Khân keeps life in him, these hard times, with the selling of eggs and fowls. So he, knowing me, said there was more -<i>chikken-brât</i> than mine being made in the quarter. The Huzoor need +<i>chikken-brât</i> than mine being made in the quarter. The Huzoor need have no fear. Mungul weeps every day and prays the sahibs may return, because his last month's account was not paid. A sweeper woman, he said, bought 'halflings' for an Afghan's bibi. As if an Afghani would -use three halflings in one day! No one but a mem making <i>chikken-brât</i> +use three halflings in one day! No one but a mem making <i>chikken-brât</i> would do that. So I watched and made sure, against this day; for I was old, and I had not spun or ground for long."</p> @@ -14219,7 +14183,7 @@ have knifed the old man remorselessly. Even now he felt doubtful.</p> <p class="normal">Tiddu, however, saved him further anxiety by stepping close to Kate and salaaming theatrically.</p> -<p class="normal">"By Murri-âm and the neem, the mem is as my mother, the child as my +<p class="normal">"By Murri-âm and the neem, the mem is as my mother, the child as my child."</p> <p class="normal">So, for the first time, both he and Jim Douglas looked toward Sonny, @@ -14227,12 +14191,12 @@ who, with wide-planted legs and wondering eyes, had been watching Tiddu solemnly; the quaintest little figure with his red and white cheeks and black muzzle.</p> -<p class="normal">The old mime burst into a guffaw. "<i>Wâh!</i> what a monkeyling! <i>Wâh!</i> -what a <i>tamâsha</i>" (spectacle), he cried, squatting down on his heels +<p class="normal">The old mime burst into a guffaw. "<i>Wâh!</i> what a monkeyling! <i>Wâh!</i> +what a <i>tamâsha</i>" (spectacle), he cried, squatting down on his heels to look closer. In truth Sonny was like a hill baboon, especially when he smiled too; broadly, expectantly, at the familiar word.</p> -<p class="normal">"<i>Tamathâ-wallah!</i>" he said superbly, "<i>bunao ramâtha, juldi +<p class="normal">"<i>Tamathâ-wallah!</i>" he said superbly, "<i>bunao ramâtha, juldi bunao!</i>" (Make an amusement; make it quick.)</p> <p class="normal">Tiddu, a child himself like all his race in his delight in children, a @@ -14247,7 +14211,7 @@ They looked at each other, startled, for sympathy.</p> behind a curtain--a funny man wif a gween face an' a white face, an' a lot of fwowers an' a bit o' tring."</p> -<p class="normal">Tiddu looked round quickly at Jim Douglas. "<i>Wâh!</i>" he said, "the +<p class="normal">Tiddu looked round quickly at Jim Douglas. "<i>Wâh!</i>" he said, "the little Huzoor has a good memory. He remembers the Lord of Life and Death."</p> @@ -14261,11 +14225,11 @@ to pick it up. "But you were right in what you did. It was an inspiration. Look there!"</p> <p class="normal">He pointed to the old Baharupa, who was playing antics to amuse Sonny, -who lisped, "<i>Thâ bâth!</i>" (bravo!) solemnly at each fresh effort. But +who lisped, "<i>Thâ bâth!</i>" (bravo!) solemnly at each fresh effort. But Kate shivered. "I did nothing. I thought I did; but it was Fate."</p> <p class="normal">"My dear lady," he retorted with a kindly smile, "it is all in the -nature of dreams. The convalescent home is turned into a <i>crèche</i>. But +nature of dreams. The convalescent home is turned into a <i>crèche</i>. But we must transfigure the street urchin into the darling of his parents' hearts----" He paused and looked at Kate queerly. "I'll tell Tara to rig him out properly; and you must take off half the stain, you know, @@ -14299,14 +14263,14 @@ were crying "Well bowled!" as wickets went down before other balls.</p <p class="normal">But in the city the unswept alleys fermented and festered in the vapors and odors which rose from the great mass of humanity pent within the rose-red walls. For the gates had been closed strictly save -for those with permits to come and go. This was Bukht Khân's policy. +for those with permits to come and go. This was Bukht Khân's policy. Delhi was to stand or fall as one man. There was to be no sneaking away while yet there was time. So hundreds of sepoys protesting illness, hunger, urgent private affairs--every possible excuse for getting leave--were told that if they would not fight they could sulk. Starve they might, stay they should. The other Commanders-in-Chief, it is true, spent money in bribing mercenaries for one week's more -fighting; but Bukht Khân only smiled sardonically. He had tried bugles +fighting; but Bukht Khân only smiled sardonically. He had tried bugles and fifes, he had tried the drum-ecclesiastic; he was now trying his last stop. The <i>vox humana</i> of self-preservation.</p> @@ -14379,7 +14343,7 @@ the greatest regularity, brought odd little coral and grass necklets such as Rajpoot bairns ought to wear; while Tiddu, the child's great favorite, had a new toy every day for the little Huzoor. Paper whirligigs, cotton-wool bears on a stick, mud parrots, and such like, -whereat Sonny would lisp, "<i>Thâ bath</i>, Tiddu." Though sometimes he +whereat Sonny would lisp, "<i>Thâ bath</i>, Tiddu." Though sometimes he would go over to Kate and ask appealingly, "Miffis Erlton! What has a-come of my polly?"</p> @@ -14429,7 +14393,7 @@ the sight of those two raised in him, was a better thing than that absorption in another self. The thought made him cross over to where Kate sat with the child in her lap, and say gravely:</p> -<p class="normal">"The <i>crèche</i> is more interesting than the convalescent home, at least +<p class="normal">"The <i>crèche</i> is more interesting than the convalescent home, at least to me, Mrs. Erlton! I shall be quite sorry when it ends."</p> <p class="normal">"When it ends?" she echoed quickly. "There is nothing wrong, is there? @@ -14458,7 +14422,7 @@ get into the city again without delay, though the gates were very strictly kept. Nevertheless, in his opinion, the Huzoor would be wiser with patience. There was no immediate danger in continuing as they were, and the end could not be long if it were true that the great -Nikalseyn was with the Punjâb reinforcements. Since all the world knew +Nikalseyn was with the Punjâb reinforcements. Since all the world knew that Nikalseyn was the prince of sahibs, having the gift, not only of being all things to all people, but of making all people be all things to him, which was more than the Baharupas could do.</p> @@ -14484,23 +14448,23 @@ a mere puppet in stronger hands. And these two, laying their heads together, in one of those kaleidoscope combinations of intrigue which made Delhi politics a puzzle even at the time, advised the King to use the <i>vox celeste</i> as an antidote to the <i>vox humana</i> of the city, -which was being so diligently fostered by the Queen and Bukht Khân. +which was being so diligently fostered by the Queen and Bukht Khân. Let him say he was too old for this world, let him profess himself unable longer to cope with his coercers and claim to be allowed to resign and become a fakir! But the dream still lingered in the old man's brain. He loved the brocaded bags, he loved the new cushion of the Peacock throne; and though the cockatoo's crest was once more -showing a yellow tinge through the green, the thought of jehâd +showing a yellow tinge through the green, the thought of jehâd lingered sanctimoniously. But other folk in the Palace were beginning to awake. Other people in Delhi besides Tiddu had heard that Nikalseyn -was on his way from the Punjâb and not even the rose-red walls had +was on his way from the Punjâb and not even the rose-red walls had been able to keep out his reputation. Folk talked of him in whispers. The soldiers, unable to retreat, unwilling to fight, swore loudly that they were betrayed; that there were too many spies in the city. Of that there could be no doubt. Were not letters found concealed in innocent looking cakes and such like? Had not one, vaguely suggesting that some cursed infidels were still concealed in the city, been -brought in for reward by a Bunjârah who swore he had picked it up by +brought in for reward by a Bunjârah who swore he had picked it up by chance? The tales grew by the telling in the Thunbi Bazaar, making Prince Abool-Bukr, who had returned to it incontinently after the disastrous failure of faith on the 2d, hiccough magnificently that, @@ -14517,7 +14481,7 @@ the drum came beating down the street.</p> <p class="normal">"And he swore he had not a rupee when I danced for him but yesterday," said another.</p> -<p class="normal">"He has to pay Newâsi, sister," yawned a third.</p> +<p class="normal">"He has to pay Newâsi, sister," yawned a third.</p> <p class="normal">"Then let her dance for him--I do it no longer," retorted the grumbler.</p> @@ -14545,13 +14509,13 @@ gate?"</p> <p class="normal">Jim Douglas nodded.</p> <p class="normal">"There is a court at the back. The bullocks are there, for we are -taking cloth the Lâla wants to smuggle out. A length or two in each +taking cloth the Lâla wants to smuggle out. A length or two in each empty sack; for he hath been looted beyond limits. So he will have no eyes, not the caravan either, for secret work in dark corners. Bring the boy drugged as he came here, the Rajpootni will carry the bundle as a spinner, to the third door down the lane. 'Tis an empty yard; I will have the bullock there with the half-load of raw cotton. We have -two or three more as foils to the empty bags. Come as a Bunjârah, then +two or three more as foils to the empty bags. Come as a Bunjârah, then the Huzoor can see the last of the child, and see old Tiddu's loyalty."</p> @@ -14749,7 +14713,7 @@ I'll swear," said one with a laugh. "I'll back old Mother Sobrai to beat off a dozen princes."</p> <p class="normal">"And blows and bludgeons in <i>mine</i>," chuckled another. "I chose the -house of Bahâdur, the single-stick player."</p> +house of Bahâdur, the single-stick player."</p> <p class="normal">And as, having no more time to lose, he cut across gateward, he saw down an alley a mob surging round Ahsan-Oolah, the physician's, house, @@ -14769,7 +14733,7 @@ outlet, doubtless into the yard beyond. He moved toward it, and stumbled over something unmistakably upon the floor. A man! He dropped the bundle promptly to be ready in case the sleeper should be a stranger. But there was no movement, and he kneeled down to feel if it -was Tiddu. A Bunjârah I--that was unmistakable at the first touch--but +was Tiddu. A Bunjârah I--that was unmistakable at the first touch--but the limpness was unmistakable too. The man was dead--still warm, but dead! By all that was unlucky!--not Tiddu surely! With the flint and steel in his waist-cloth, he lit a tuft of cotton from the bundle as a @@ -14783,7 +14747,7 @@ lose. Give me the bundle and go back."</p> <p class="normal">"Go back!" echoed Jim Douglas amazed.</p> -<p class="normal">"Huzoor! take off the Bunjârah's dress. I have a green turban and +<p class="normal">"Huzoor! take off the Bunjârah's dress. I have a green turban and shawl here. The Huzoor must go back to the mem at once. There is treachery."</p> @@ -14848,7 +14812,7 @@ his wildgoose-chase. Had not the Agha-sahib heard? The wags of the bazaar had taken up the offer made by the Prince, and his servants had sworn they were glad to get him to the Princess', since they had been whacked out of half a dozen houses. He was safe now, however, since -when he was of that humor Newâsi Begum never let him go till he was +when he was of that humor Newâsi Begum never let him go till he was too drunk for mischief.</p> <p class="normal">Then, thought Jim Douglas, it was possible that Jhungi might have @@ -14874,7 +14838,7 @@ already where to prick the bubble.</p> <p class="normal">But, in a way, it was pricked already. For, as he prowled about the Palace walls, a miserable old man, minus even the solace of -pulse-feeling and cooling draughts, was dictating a letter to Hâfzan, +pulse-feeling and cooling draughts, was dictating a letter to Hâfzan, the woman scribe. A miserable letter, to be sent duly the next day to the Commanders-in-Chief, and forwarded by them to the volunteers of Delhi. A disjointed rambling effusion worthy of the shrunken mind and @@ -14961,7 +14925,7 @@ without sleep.</p> <p class="normal">So, with a certain pride in following the advice, Major Erlton flung himself on his cot and promptly dozed off. In truth he needed rest. Sonny Seymour's safe arrival in camp two nights before, in charge -of a Bunjârah, from whom even Hodson had been unable to extract +of a Bunjârah, from whom even Hodson had been unable to extract anything--save that the Agha-sahib had forgotten a letter in his hurry, and that the mem was safe, or had been safe--had sent Major Erlton to watch those devilish walls more feverishly than ever. Not @@ -15093,7 +15057,7 @@ up, and live for a time elsewhere.</p> <p class="normal">So, all unwittingly, the only chance of finding Kate was lost. For what had happened was briefly this: Five minutes after Jim Douglas had left her, Prince Abool-Bukr, who had kept this <i>renseignement</i>--given -him by a Bunjârah, who had promised to be in waiting and was not--to +him by a Bunjârah, who had promised to be in waiting and was not--to the last, because it was close to the haven where he would be, had come roystering up the stairs followed by his unwilling retainers, suggesting that the Most Illustrious had really better desist from @@ -15107,7 +15071,7 @@ Prince, unexpectant of the sudden giving way, tumbled headlong into the outer one. The fall gave her an instant more, but made him angry; and the end would have been certain, if Kate, seeing the new-made gap in the wall before her, had not availed herself of it. There was a -roof not far below she knew; the <i>débris</i> would be on a slope +roof not far below she knew; the <i>débris</i> would be on a slope perhaps--the blue-eyed boy had escaped by the roofs. All this flashed through her, as by the aid of a stool, which she kicked over in her scramble, she gained the top of the gap and peered over. The next @@ -15212,7 +15176,7 @@ of what you love best--save me."</p> <p class="normal">"A Christian! a mem!" In the pause of sheer astonishment the two women stood facing each other, looking into each other's eyes. Prince Abool-Bukr had been right when he said that Kate Erlton reminded him -of the Princess Farkhoonda da Zamâni. Standing so, they showed +of the Princess Farkhoonda da Zamâni. Standing so, they showed strangely alike indeed, not in feature, but in type; in the soul which looked out of the soft dark, and the clear gray eyes.</p> @@ -15223,7 +15187,7 @@ careless voice humming a song; a step coming up the dark stair.</p> <p class="center" style="font-size:90%">"O mistress rare, divine!"</p> -<p class="normal">God and His Prophet! Abool himself! Newâsi flung her hands up in sheer +<p class="normal">God and His Prophet! Abool himself! Newâsi flung her hands up in sheer horror. Abool! and this Christian here! The next instant with a fierce "Keep still," she had thrust Kate into the deepest shadow and was out to bar the brick ladder with her tall white grace. She had no time for @@ -15236,7 +15200,7 @@ carelessly. It made Kate shudder back into further shadow, for she knew now where she was; and but that she would have to pass those bars of light would have essayed escape to the roofs again.</p> -<p class="normal">But Newâsi stood still as stone on the first step of the stairs.</p> +<p class="normal">But Newâsi stood still as stone on the first step of the stairs.</p> <p class="normal">"Pass!" she repeated clearly, coldly. "Art mad, Abool? that thou comest hither with no excuse of drunkenness and alone, at this hour of @@ -15247,7 +15211,7 @@ do so. Could he have heard? Had he come on purpose? There was a sound as if he retreated a step, and from the dark his voice came with a wonder in it.</p> -<p class="normal">"What ails thee, Newâsi?"</p> +<p class="normal">"What ails thee, Newâsi?"</p> <p class="normal">"What ails me!" she echoed, "what I have lacked too long. Just anger at thy thoughtless ways. Go----"</p> @@ -15264,7 +15228,7 @@ with it; but the voice had a trace of anxiety in it now--anxiety and anger.</p> <p class="normal">"Thou dost not mean it, kind one; thou canst not! When have I done -that which would make thee need help? Newâsi! be not a fool. Remember +that which would make thee need help? Newâsi! be not a fool. Remember it is I, Abool; Abool-Bukr, who has a devil in him at times!"</p> <p class="normal">Did she not know it by this time? Was not that the reason why he must @@ -15297,7 +15261,7 @@ hated warned her that his temper was rising--the devil awakening.</p> have drawn from hers--"folk have evil minds."</p> <p class="normal">He gave an ugly laugh. "Since when hast thou begun to think of thy -good name, like other women, Newâsi? But if it be so, if all my +good name, like other women, Newâsi? But if it be so, if all my virtue--and God knows 'tis ill-got--is to go for naught, let it end."</p> <p class="normal">She heard him, felt him turn, and a wild despair surged up in her. @@ -15381,7 +15345,7 @@ mem, he would not harm her, as Tara had once suggested he should. That dream was over. The Huzoors were the true masters; they had men who could lead men. Not Princes in Cashmere shawls who couldn't understand a word of what you said, and mere <i>soubadars</i> cocked up, but real -<i>Colonels</i> and <i>Generâls</i>.</p> +<i>Colonels</i> and <i>Generâls</i>.</p> <p class="normal">The result of this being that on the night of the 11th, between midnight and dawn, Jim Douglas, with that elation which came to him @@ -15602,7 +15566,7 @@ almost drowned the music, it seemed fit--as the joke ran--if not to face hell itself, at any rate to take <i>Pandymonium</i>. The 52d Regiment looked like the mastiff to which its leader had likened it. The 2d Sikhs were admittedly the biggest fellows ever seen. The wild -Mooltânee Horse sat their lean Beloochees with the loose security of +Mooltânee Horse sat their lean Beloochees with the loose security of seat which tells of men born to the saddle.</p> <p class="normal">Jim Douglas noted these things like his fellows; but what sent that @@ -15682,7 +15646,7 @@ glad to hear he is going out. It is time we punished those chaps; time we got some grip on the country again."</p> <p class="normal">The General's face cleared. "Hm," he said, "you don't mince matters; -but I don't think we lost much grip in the Punjâb. And as for +but I don't think we lost much grip in the Punjâb. And as for punishments! Do you know over two thousand have been executed already?"</p> @@ -15720,7 +15684,7 @@ and pugnacity.</p> <p class="normal">"I'm not conscious of being in one myself," said the Major, turning with a swing and a brief "How do, Douglas." He was the most martial of figures in the last-developed uniform of the Flamingoes, or the -Ring-tailed Roarers, or the <i>Aloo Bokhâra's</i>, as Hodson's levies were +Ring-tailed Roarers, or the <i>Aloo Bokhâra's</i>, as Hodson's levies were called indiscriminately during their lengthy process of dress evolution. "And what is more, I don't understand what you mean, sir!"</p> @@ -15820,14 +15784,14 @@ had gone in on the 11th, as I suggested."</p> rose with a smile.</p> <p class="normal">"Well, we are going to succeed now. So, good-luck in the meantime, -Hodson. Put bit and bridle on the Rânghars. Show them we can't have +Hodson. Put bit and bridle on the Rânghars. Show them we can't have 'em disturbing the public peace, and kicking up futile rows. Eh--Mr. Douglas?"</p> <p class="normal">"No fear, sir!" said Hodson effusively. "The Ring-tailed Roarers are not in a blind funk. I only wish that I was as sure that the politicals will keep order when we've made it. I had to do it twice -over at Bhâgput. And it is hard, sir, when one has fagged horses and +over at Bhâgput. And it is hard, sir, when one has fagged horses and men to death, to be told one has exceeded orders----"</p> <p class="normal">"If you served under me, Major Hodson," said the General with a sudden @@ -15991,7 +15955,7 @@ first.</p> <p class="normal">And as she sat resolving this, the two women were cursing her in their inmost hearts. For there had been no bangings of drums or thrumming of -sutâras on Newâsi's roof these three days. Abool-Bukr had broken away +sutâras on Newâsi's roof these three days. Abool-Bukr had broken away from her kind, detaining hand, and gone back to the intrigues of the Palace. So the Mufti's quarter benefited in decent quiet, during which the poor Princess began that process of weeping her eyes out, which @@ -16003,7 +15967,7 @@ Might and Right."</p> <p class="normal">And far away in another quarter of the town Tara, crouched up before a mere block of stone, half hidden in flowers, was telling her beads -feverishly. "<i>Râm-Râm-Sita-Râm!</i>" That was the form she used for a +feverishly. "<i>Râm-Râm-Sita-Râm!</i>" That was the form she used for a whole tragedy of appeal and aspiration, remorse, despair, and hope. And as she muttered on, looking dully at the little row of platters she had presented to the shrine that morning--going far beyond @@ -16025,14 +15989,14 @@ the little shrine, the squirrels chirruped among them, the parrots chattered, sending a rain of soft little figs to fall with a faint sound on the hard stones, and still Tara counted her beads feverishly.</p> -<p class="normal">"<i>Râm-Râm-Sita-Râm! Râm-Râm-Sita-Râm!</i>"</p> +<p class="normal">"<i>Râm-Râm-Sita-Râm! Râm-Râm-Sita-Râm!</i>"</p> <p class="normal">"Ari! sisters! she is a saint indeed. She was here at dawn and she prays still," said the women, coming in the lengthening shadows with odd little bits of feastings. A handful of cocoa-nut chips, a platter of flour, a dish of curds, or a dab of butter.</p> -<p class="normal">"<i>Râm-Râm-Sita-Râm!</i>"</p> +<p class="normal">"<i>Râm-Râm-Sita-Râm!</i>"</p> <p class="normal">And all the while poor Tara was thinking of the Huzoor's face, if he ever found out that she had left the mem to starve. It was almost dark @@ -16060,7 +16024,7 @@ him; that is all. You may take me away and kill me if you like; and if you won't help me to hide, I'll go out into the streets and let them kill me there. I will not have him risk his life for me again."</p> -<p class="normal">"<i>Râm-Râm-Sita-Râm!</i>" said Tara under her breath. That settled it, and +<p class="normal">"<i>Râm-Râm-Sita-Râm!</i>" said Tara under her breath. That settled it, and at dawn the next day Tara stood in her odd little perch above the shrine among the pigeons, looking down curiously at the mem who, wearied out by her long midnight walk through the city and all the @@ -16099,7 +16063,7 @@ plastered with mud. That on the floor was still wet, for Tara had been at work on it already. Over each doorway hung a faded chaplet, on each lintel was printed the mark of a bloody hand, and round and about, in broad finger-marks of red and white, ran the -eternal <i>Râm-Râm-Sita-Râm!</i> in Sanskrit letterings. In truth, Tara's +eternal <i>Râm-Râm-Sita-Râm!</i> in Sanskrit letterings. In truth, Tara's knowledge of secular and religious learning was strictly confined to this sentence. There was a faint smell of incense in the room, rising from a tiny brazier sending up a blue spiral flame of smoke before a @@ -16122,7 +16086,7 @@ over and over again. And there was the mem without it, smiling over the scantiness and the intricacies of a coarse cotton shroud.</p> <p class="normal">"There is the hair yet," said Tara with quite a catch in her voice; -"if the mem will undo the plaits, I will go round to the old poojârnis +"if the mem will undo the plaits, I will go round to the old poojârnis and get the loan of her razor--she only lives up the next stair."</p> <p class="normal">"We shall have to snip it off first," said Kate quite eagerly, for, in @@ -16161,7 +16125,7 @@ relief. "I will plait it up so that no one will see the difference."</ next day Kate found herself once more installed as a screened woman; but this time as a Hindoo lady under a vow of silence and solitude in the hopes of securing a son for her lord through the intercession of -old Anunda, the Swâmi.</p> +old Anunda, the Swâmi.</p> <p class="normal">"I have told Sri Anunda," said Tara with a new respect in her manner. "I had to trust someone. And he is as God. He would not hurt a fly." @@ -16259,9 +16223,9 @@ indeed, used to remark with a satisfied smile that though the mem could not of course be suttee, still she did very well as a devoted and repentant wife. Sri Anunda could never have had a better penitent. And then, in reply to Kate's curious questions, she would say that Sri -Anunda was a Swâmi. If the mem once saw and spoke to him she would +Anunda was a Swâmi. If the mem once saw and spoke to him she would know what that meant. He had lived in the garden for fifteen years. -Not as a penance. A Swâmi needed no penance as men and women did; for +Not as a penance. A Swâmi needed no penance as men and women did; for he was not a man. Oh, dear no! not a man at all.</p> <p class="normal">So Kate, going on this hint of inhumanity, and guided by her @@ -16332,7 +16296,7 @@ would sit and finger the single gold coin which had come as a present from Oude as if he were to have the chance of minting millions with a similar inscription.</p> -<p class="normal">"Bahâdur Shâh Ghâzee has struck upon gold the coin of Victory."</p> +<p class="normal">"Bahâdur Shâh Ghâzee has struck upon gold the coin of Victory."</p> <p class="normal">Even in its solitary grandeur it had, in truth, a surpassing dignity of its own in the phrase--"struck upon gold the coin of Victory." So, @@ -16349,8 +16313,8 @@ was in her possession altogether now, and sometimes the orders, especially when they were for payment of money, had to go without it, because "the Queen of the World was asleep." But she did not dream. That was over; though in a way she clung fiercely to hope. So Ghaus -Khân with the Neemuch Brigade, and Bukht Khân with the Bareilly -Brigade, and Khair Sultân with the scrapings and leavings of the +Khân with the Neemuch Brigade, and Bukht Khân with the Bareilly +Brigade, and Khair Sultân with the scrapings and leavings of the regiments, who, owning no leader of their own, did what was right in their own eyes, set out to intercept the big guns; and Nicholson set out on the dawn of the 25th to intercept them.</p> @@ -16472,7 +16436,7 @@ information he might have smashed it also, on his way home.</p> <p class="normal">"He hadn't even a guide that he didn't pick up himself," commented Major Erlton angrily. "By George! how those niggers cave in to him! And his political information was all rot. If the General had obeyed -instructions he would have been kicking his heels at Bahâdagurh +instructions he would have been kicking his heels at Bahâdagurh still."</p> <p class="normal">"We heard you at it about two o'clock," said a new listener. "I @@ -16631,7 +16595,7 @@ have no fear."</p> <p class="normal">The voice, musical exceedingly, thrilled her through and through. She knelt looking after him regretfully as, without a pause, he passed on -his way. So that was a Swâmi! She went back to her corner--for already +his way. So that was a Swâmi! She went back to her corner--for already early visitors were drifting in for Sri Anunda's blessing--and with the bunch of henna-blossom on the ground before her sat thinking.</p> @@ -16780,7 +16744,7 @@ Sri Anunda meant?"</p> <p class="normal">"Sri Anunda! hath he been here?" Tara paused, sniffed, and once more those dark eyes met the light ones with a fierce jealousy. "He hath given thee henna-blossom. I smell it; and he gives it to none but -those who---- So the Swâmi's lesson is learned--and the disciple can +those who---- So the Swâmi's lesson is learned--and the disciple can go in peace----" She broke off with a petulant laugh. "Well! so be it. It ends my part. The mem will sleep among her own to-night; Sri Anunda hath said it. Come----"</p> @@ -16931,7 +16895,7 @@ war--not spick-and-span decorations as they used to be in the old days, but worn and used--gave her a pang. Well! he had always been a good soldier, they said.</p> -<p class="normal">And then, interrupting her thoughts, the old khânsaman had come in, +<p class="normal">And then, interrupting her thoughts, the old khânsaman had come in, having taken time to array himself gorgeously in livery. The Father of the fatherless and orphan, he said, whimperingly, alluding to the fact that he had lost both parents--which, considering he was past sixty, @@ -17009,7 +16973,7 @@ found her husband watching her curiously.</p> <p class="normal">"He must have done an awful lot for you, of course," he said shortly; "but I'd rather it had been anyone else, and that's a fact. However, -it can't be helped. Hullo! here's the khânsaman with some tea. +it can't be helped. Hullo! here's the khânsaman with some tea. Thoughtful of the old scoundrel, isn't it?"</p> <p class="normal">"I--I ordered it," put in Kate, feeling glad of the diversion.</p> @@ -17231,7 +17195,7 @@ the men called upon to play the other part in the farce--chiefly cloth-merchants from Peshawur and elsewhere, whom Jim Douglas had dodged successfully so far--had been in such abject fear of being discovered themselves that they had no thought of discovering others. -For Bahâdur Shâh had the dust and ashes of a Moghul in him still. Jim +For Bahâdur Shâh had the dust and ashes of a Moghul in him still. Jim Douglas recognized the fact in the very obstinacy of delusion in the wax-like, haggard old face looking with glazed, tremulous-lidded eyes at the mock mission; and in the faded voice, accepting his vassal of @@ -17452,7 +17416,7 @@ assault to-night, it is incumbent on all, Hindoo and Mohammedan, from due regard to their faith, to assemble directly by the Cashmere gate, bringing iron picks and shovels with them. This order is imperative."</p> -<p class="normal">Newâsi Begum, among others, heard it as she sat reading. She stood up +<p class="normal">Newâsi Begum, among others, heard it as she sat reading. She stood up suddenly, overturning the book-rest and the Holy Word in her haste; for she felt that the crisis was at hand. She had never seen Abool-Bukr since the night, now a whole month past, when he had @@ -17772,7 +17736,7 @@ it back to them--they thought of the past three months with loathing.</p> <p class="normal">And as for Nikalseyn's rebuff. Soma, hearing of it from a comrade, hot at heart as he, went to the place, and looked down the lane as John -Nicholson had done. By all the Pandâvas! a place for heroes indeed! +Nicholson had done. By all the Pandâvas! a place for heroes indeed! Ali! if he had been there, he would have stayed there somehow. He walked up and down it moodily, picturing the struggle to himself; thinking with a curious anger of those men on the housetops, in the @@ -17831,13 +17795,13 @@ Capsules all right."</p> gone, and by the Turkoman and Delhi gates half the town was going. And not only the town. Down in the Palace men and women, with fumbling hands and dazed eyes, like those new roused from dreams, were -snatching at something to carry with them in their flight. Bukht Khân +snatching at something to carry with them in their flight. Bukht Khân stood facing the Queen in her favorite summer-house, alone, save for -Hâfzan, the scribe, who lingered, watching them with a certain malice +Hâfzan, the scribe, who lingered, watching them with a certain malice in her eyes. She had been right. Vengeance had been coming. Now it had come.</p> -<p class="normal">"All is not lost, my Queen," said Bukht Khân, with hand on sword. "The +<p class="normal">"All is not lost, my Queen," said Bukht Khân, with hand on sword. "The open country lies before us, Lucknow is ours--come!"</p> <p class="normal">"And the King, and my son," she faltered. The dull glitter of her @@ -17854,7 +17818,7 @@ treasure.</p> seized her, lest he might have sought the King, lest he might persuade him.</p> -<p class="normal">"My bearers--woman! Quick!" she called to Hâfzan. "Quick, fool! my +<p class="normal">"My bearers--woman! Quick!" she called to Hâfzan. "Quick, fool! my dhooli!"</p> <p class="normal">But even dhooli bearers have to fly when vengeance shadows the @@ -17862,7 +17826,7 @@ horizon; and in that secluded corner none remained. Everyone was busy elsewhere; or from sheer terror clustered together where soldiers were to be found.</p> -<p class="normal">"The Ornament-of-Palaces can walk," said Hâfzan, still with that faint +<p class="normal">"The Ornament-of-Palaces can walk," said Hâfzan, still with that faint malice in her face. "There is none to see, and it is not far."</p> <p class="normal">So, for the last time, Zeenut Maihl left the summer-house whence she @@ -17874,7 +17838,7 @@ garden with the moon shining overhead, she stumbled laboriously. Up the steps of the Audience Hall toward a faint light by the Throne. The King sat on it, almost in the dark; for the oil cressets on a trefoil stand only seemed to make the shadows blacker. They lay thick upon the -roof, blotting out that circling boast. Before him stood Bukht Khân, +roof, blotting out that circling boast. Before him stood Bukht Khân, his hand still on his sword, broad, contemptuously bold. But on either side of the shrunken figure, half lost in the shadows also, were other counselors. Ahsan-Oolah, wily as ever, Elahi Buksh, the time-server, @@ -17884,11 +17848,11 @@ who saw the only hope of safety in prompt surrender.</p> saying. "There is no hurry. If the soubadar-sahib is in one, let him go----"</p> -<p class="normal">Bukht Khân broke in with an ugly laugh, "Yea, Mirza-sahib, I can go, +<p class="normal">Bukht Khân broke in with an ugly laugh, "Yea, Mirza-sahib, I can go, but if I go the army goes with me. Remember that. The King can keep the rabble. I have the soldiers."</p> -<p class="normal">Bahâdur Shâh looked from one to the other helplessly. Whether to go, +<p class="normal">Bahâdur Shâh looked from one to the other helplessly. Whether to go, risk all, endure a life of unknown discomfort at his age, or remain, alone, unprotected, he knew not.</p> @@ -17898,7 +17862,7 @@ soubadar and the army meet him at the Tomb of Humayon to-morrow morning. 'Twill be more seemly time to leave than now, like a thief in the night."</p> -<p class="normal">Bukht Khân gave a sharp look at the speaker, then laughed again. He +<p class="normal">Bukht Khân gave a sharp look at the speaker, then laughed again. He saw the game. He scarcely cared to check it.</p> <p class="normal">"So be it. But let it be before noon. I will wait no longer."</p> @@ -17919,7 +17883,7 @@ listened she told herself that it would be best to stay. Her life was safe, and her son was too young for the punishment of death. As for the King, he was too old for the future to hold anything else.</p> -<p class="normal">Hâfzan watched her go, still with that half-jeering smile, then turned +<p class="normal">Hâfzan watched her go, still with that half-jeering smile, then turned back into the empty Palace. Even in the outer court it was empty, indeed, save for a few fanatics muttering texts; and within the precincts, deserted utterly, silent as the grave. Until, suddenly, @@ -17958,7 +17922,7 @@ mastered by one idea.</p> <p class="normal">"It may be better so, sister," he said dreamily. "'Tis as well to be prepared."</p> -<p class="normal">Hâfzan's hard eyes melted a little, for she had a real pity for this +<p class="normal">Hâfzan's hard eyes melted a little, for she had a real pity for this man who had haunted the Palace persistently, and lost his reason over his conscience.</p> @@ -17990,7 +17954,7 @@ tightropes. Calmly, quietly, the fuse was lit, the gate shivered to atoms, and the long red tunnel with the gleam of sunlight at its end lay before the men, who entered it with a cheer. Then, here and there rose guttural Arabic texts, ending in a groan. Here and there the -clash of arms. But not enough to rouse Hâfzan, who, long ere this, had +clash of arms. But not enough to rouse Hâfzan, who, long ere this, had fallen asleep after her wakeful night. It needed a touch on her shoulder for that, and the Moulvie's eager voice in her ear.</p> @@ -18023,7 +17987,7 @@ other cries.</p> but her cry seemed no different to those unheeding ears.</p> <p class="normal">The tall white figure lay on its face, half a dozen bayonets in its -back, and half a dozen more were after Hâfzan.</p> +back, and half a dozen more were after Hâfzan.</p> <p class="normal">"Stick him! Stick him! A man in disguise. Remember the women and children. Stick the coward!"</p> @@ -18036,7 +18000,7 @@ of that flying figure made them laugh horribly.</p> mates. Lord! 'e'd get first prize at Lillie Bridge 'e would."</p> <p class="normal">Someone else, however, had got it at Harrow not a year before, and was -after the reckless crew. Almost too late--not quite. Hâfzan, run to +after the reckless crew. Almost too late--not quite. Hâfzan, run to earth against a red wall, felt something on her back, and gave a wild yell. But it was only a boy's hand.</p> @@ -18047,7 +18011,7 @@ rigid, arrested in mid-thrust.</p> I'll--I'll have you shot. Oh, hang it all! Drag the creature away, someone. Get out, do!"</p> -<p class="normal">For Hâfzan, as he stood stanching the blood from the slight wound, had +<p class="normal">For Hâfzan, as he stood stanching the blood from the slight wound, had fallen at his feet and was kissing them frantically.</p> <p class="normal">But even that indignity was forgotten as the stained handkerchief @@ -18062,7 +18026,7 @@ sent back to the General with the laconic report:</p> <p class="normal">"Blown open the gates! Got the Palace!"</p> -<p class="normal">But Hâfzan, her veil up to prevent mistakes, limped over to where the +<p class="normal">But Hâfzan, her veil up to prevent mistakes, limped over to where the Moulvie lay, turned him gently on his back, straightened his limbs and closed his eyes. She would have liked to tell the truth to someone, but there was no one to listen. So she left him there before the @@ -18224,7 +18188,7 @@ yesterday. They must have had it all cut and dried before, surely?"</p> replied Hodson hastily. "She has a lot of treasure--eight lakhs, the spies tell me--and is anxious to keep it. However, to go on. After stopping with Elahi Buksh that night--no doubt, as you say, pressure -was put on them then--they went off, as agreed, to meet Bukht Khân, +was put on them then--they went off, as agreed, to meet Bukht Khân, but refused to go with him. Of course the promise of their lives----"</p> <p class="normal">"Then you were negotiating already?"<a name="div7Ref_09" href="#div7_09"><sup>[9]</sup></a></p> @@ -18235,9 +18199,9 @@ give in, though personally I would a deal rather have brought the old man in dead, than alive. Well, I set off this morning with fifty of my horse and sent in the two messengers while I waited outside. It was nearly two hours before they came back, for the old man was hard to -move. Zeenut Maihl was the screw, and when Bahâdur Shâh talked of his +move. Zeenut Maihl was the screw, and when Bahâdur Shâh talked of his ancestors and wept, told him he should have thought of that before he -let Bukht Khân and the army go. In fact she did the business for me; +let Bukht Khân and the army go. In fact she did the business for me; but she stipulated for a promise of life from my own lips. So I rode out alone to the causeway by the big gate--it is a splendid place, sir; more like a mosque than a tomb, and drew up to attention. Zeenut @@ -18246,7 +18210,7 @@ Rujjub, who was beside me, called out her name and titles decorously. I couldn't help feeling it was a bit of a scene, you know; my being there, alone, and all that. Then the King came in his palkee; so I rode up, and demanded his sword. He asked if I were Hodson-sahib -bahâdur and if I would ratify the promise? So I had to choke over it, +bahâdur and if I would ratify the promise? So I had to choke over it, for there were two or three thousand of a crowd by this time. Then we came away. It was a long five miles at a footpace, with that crowd following us until we neared the city. Then they funked. Besides I had @@ -18302,7 +18266,7 @@ troopers. A small party indeed, to face the four or five thousand Palace refugees who were known to be in hiding about the tomb, waiting to see if the Princes could make terms like the King had done. But Hodson's orders were strict. He was to bring in Mirza Moghul and Khair -Sultân, ex-Commanders-in-Chief, and Abool-Bukr, heir presumptive, +Sultân, ex-Commanders-in-Chief, and Abool-Bukr, heir presumptive, unconditionally, or not at all.</p> <p class="normal">The morning was deliciously cool and crisp, full of that promise of @@ -18315,7 +18279,7 @@ chance; full of determination to avail himself of it and gain renown.</p> <p class="normal">Someone else, however, was early astir on this the 22d of September, so as to reach Humayon's Tomb in time to press on to the Kutb, if -needs be. This was the Princess Farkhoonda Zamâni. Ever since that +needs be. This was the Princess Farkhoonda Zamâni. Ever since that day, now more than a week past, when the last message to the city had warned her that the supreme moment for the House of Timoor was at hand, and she had started from her study of Holy Writ, telling herself @@ -18331,7 +18295,7 @@ the royal family, she knew of these two spies, Rujjub-Ali and Mirza Elahi Buksh, who was saving his skin by turning Queen's evidence. She knew of Hodson sahib's promise to the King and Queen. She knew that Abool-Bukr was still in hiding with the arch-offenders, Mirza Moghul -and Khair Sultân, at Humayon's Tomb. Such an association was fatal; +and Khair Sultân, at Humayon's Tomb. Such an association was fatal; but if she could persuade him to throw over his uncles, and go with her, and if, afterward, she could open negotiations with the Englishmen, and prove that Abool-Bukr had been dismissed from office @@ -18359,7 +18323,7 @@ as if they saw--saw something, you know."</p> cry," retorted his companion. And then the two, mere boys, wild with success and high spirits, fell to horse-play over the insult.</p> -<p class="normal">Yet the first boy was right. Newâsi's eyes had seen something day and +<p class="normal">Yet the first boy was right. Newâsi's eyes had seen something day and night, night and day, ever since they had strained into the darkness after Prince Abool-Bukr when he broke from the kind detaining hand and disappeared from the Mufti's quarter. And that something was a flood @@ -18391,7 +18355,7 @@ of the sunshine, under the shadow of the ruth wheels.</p> the third and final crack of the carbine. So clear that the driver, terrified lest it should bring like punishment on him, drove his goad into the oxen; and the next instant they were careering madly down a -side road, bumping over watercourses and ditches. But Newâsi felt no +side road, bumping over watercourses and ditches. But Newâsi felt no more buffetings. She lay huddled up inside, as unconscious as that other figure which, by Major Hodson's orders, was being dragged out from under the wheels and placed upon it beside the two other corpses @@ -18402,7 +18366,7 @@ so ruthlessly, so wantonly. Perhaps the English guard at the Delhi gate cowed them, as it had cowed those who the day before had followed the King so far, then slunk away.</p> -<p class="normal">So the little <i>cortège</i> moved on peacefully; far more peacefully +<p class="normal">So the little <i>cortège</i> moved on peacefully; far more peacefully than the other ruth, which, with <i>its</i> unconscious burden, was racing Kutb-ward as if it was afraid of the very sunshine. But the Princess Farkhoonda, huddled up in all her jewels and fineries, had forgotten @@ -18429,7 +18393,7 @@ murdered, in the very place where their helpless victims had lain."</p> <p class="normal">A strange perversion of the truth, responsible, perhaps, not only for the praise, but for the very deed itself; so Mohammed Ismail's barter of his truth and soul for the lives of the forty prisoners at the -Kolwâb counted for nothing in the judgment of this world.</p> +Kolwâb counted for nothing in the judgment of this world.</p> <p class="normal">But Hodson lacked either praise or blame from one man. John Nicholson lay too near the judgment of another world to be disturbed by vexed @@ -18459,7 +18423,7 @@ above the smoke wreaths.</p> <p class="normal">Yet the end had come to its four months' dream as it had come to hers. Rebellion would linger long, but its stronghold, its very <i>raison -d'être</i>, was gone. And Memory would last longer still; yet surely it +d'être</i>, was gone. And Memory would last longer still; yet surely it would not be all bitter. Hers was not. Then with a rush of real regret she thought of the peaceful roof, of old Tiddu, of the Princess Farkhoonda--Tara--Soma--of Sri Anunda in his garden. Was she to go @@ -18603,7 +18567,7 @@ fool she had been not to think of other things!</p> <p class="normal">But as she glanced round, her eye fell on a familiar earthenware basin kept warm in a pan of water over the ashes. It was full of -<i>chikken-brât</i>, and excellent of its kind, too. Then in a niche stood +<i>chikken-brât</i>, and excellent of its kind, too. Then in a niche stood milk and eggs--a bottle of brandy, arrow-root---everything a nurse could wish for. And in another, evidently in case the brew should be condemned, was a fresh chicken ready for use. Strange sights these to @@ -18720,7 +18684,7 @@ grip.</p> <p class="normal">She made an effort to smile back at him, but it was not very successful. His, as she fed him, was better; but it did not help Kate Erlton to cheerfulness, for it was accompanied by a murmur that the -<i>chikken-brât</i> was very different from Tara's stuff. So she seemed to +<i>chikken-brât</i> was very different from Tara's stuff. So she seemed to see a poor ghost glowering at them from the shadows, asking her how she dared take all the thanks. And the ghost remained long after Jim Douglas had dozed off; remained to ask, so it seemed to Kate Erlton, @@ -18853,7 +18817,7 @@ uselessly in the vain attempt to go forward too fast.</p> <br> <p class="hang1"><i>From</i> A. DASHE, <i>Collector and Magistrate of Kujabpore, to</i> R. TAPE, -<i>Esq., Commissioner and Superintendent of Kwâbabad</i>.<br> +<i>Esq., Commissioner and Superintendent of Kwâbabad</i>.<br> <p class="normal"><i>Fol. No</i>. O.</p> @@ -19107,14 +19071,14 @@ being in a blind funk. I am afraid it was true of a good many. Not Dashe, however, he kept his district together by sheer absence of fear, and so did many another. This report, then, will carry you on in the story, as it were, since you left us. For the rest, there is not -much to tell. You remember our old mess khânsaman Numgal Khân? He +much to tell. You remember our old mess khânsaman Numgal Khân? He turned up, with his bill, and out of pure delight insisted on feasting us so lavishly that we had to make him moderate his transports. Even with <i>batta</i> and prize money we should all have been bankrupt, like the royal family. I can't help pitying it. Of course we have pensioned the lot, but I expect precious little hard cash gets to some of those wretched women. One of them, no less a person than the Princess -Farkhoonda Zamâni, that beast Abool-bukr's ally, has set up a girls' +Farkhoonda Zamâni, that beast Abool-bukr's ally, has set up a girls' school in the city. If she had only befriended you instead of turning you out to find your own fate, she would have done better for herself. Talking of friends and foes, it is rather amusing to find the villages @@ -19247,382 +19211,7 @@ responsible for nothing but occasionally the wording.</p> <br> - - - - - - - -<pre> - - - - - -End of Project Gutenberg's On the Face of the Waters, by Flora Annie Steel - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ON THE FACE OF THE WATERS *** - -***** This file should be named 40140-h.htm or 40140-h.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/4/0/1/4/40140/ - -Produced by Charles Bowen, from page scans provided by -Google Books (Harvard University Library) - - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions -will be renamed. - -Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no -one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation -(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without -permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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