"And I was to say further, my lord, these words: "You shall find but one way to Kathiapur.""
Amber shook his head, smiling. "If you don"t mind getting yourself disliked on my account, Dulla Dad, you may take back to the author of that epigram this answer: "You shall find but one way to Jehannum, and that right speedily." Good-morning, Dulla Dad."
"The peace of G.o.d abide always with the Heaven-born!"
With a single, strong stroke the creature of the palace sent the boat skimming far out from the bund, and, turning, headed for the palace.
Amber entered the bungalow, to find the khansamah already awake and moving about. At the Virginian"s request he shuffled off to prepare coffee--much coffee, very strong and black and hot, Amber stipulated.
He needed the stimulant badly. He was sleepy and his head was in a whirl.
He sat lost in thought until the khansamah brought the decoction, then roused and drank it as it came from the pot, without sugar, gulping down huge bitter mouthfuls of the scalding black fluid. But the effect that he expected and desired was strangely long in making itself felt.
He marvelled at his drowsiness, nodding and blinking over his empty cup. Out of doors the skies were hot and blue--white with forerunners of the sun, and the world of men was stirring and making preparation against the business of the day; but Amber, who had a work so serious and so instant to his hand, sat on in dreamy lethargy, musing....
The faces of two women stood out vividly against the misty formless void before his eyes: the face of Naraini and that of Sophia Farrell.
He looked from one to the other, stupidly contrasting them, trying to determine which was the lovelier, until their features blurred and ran together and the two became as one and ...
The khansamah tiptoed cautiously into the room and found the Virginian sleeping like a log, his head upon the table. His face was deeply coloured with crimson, as if a fever burned him, and his breathing was loud and stertorous.
Pausing, the native beckoned to one who skulked without, and the latter entering, the two laid hold of the unconscious man and bore him to the charpoy. The second native slipped silver money into the khansamah"s palm.
"He will sleep till evening," he said. "If any come asking for him, say that he has gone abroad, leaving no word. More than this you do not know. The sepoys have an order to prevent all from entrance."
The khansamah touched his forehead respectfully. "It is an order.
Shabash!" he muttered.
A shaft of sunlight struck in through the window and lay stark upon the sleeper"s face. He did not move. The khansamah drew close the shades, and with the other left the room in semi-dusk.
II
Beneath the spreading banian, by the cistern of the goldfish, Naraini with smouldering eyes watched Amber disappear in the wilderness of shrubbery. He walked as a man with a set purpose, never glancing back.
She laughed uneasily but waited motionless where he had left her, until the echo of his boot-heels on the marble slabs had ceased to ring in the neighbouring corridor. Then, lifting a flower-like hand to her mouth, she touched her lips gently and with an air of curiosity. The resentment in her eyes gave place to an emotion less superficial. "By Indur and by Har!" she swore softly. "In one thing at least he is like a Rajput: he kisses as a man kisses."
She moved indolently along the walk to the rug beneath the canopy where he had found her, her lithe, languid, round body in its gorgeous draperies no whit less insolent than the flaming bougainvillea whose glowing magenta blossoms she touched with idle fingers as she pa.s.sed.
The east was grey with dusk of dawn--a light that grew apace, making garish the illumination of the flickering, smoking, many-coloured lamps in the garden. Naraini clapped her hands. Soft footsteps sounded in the gallery and one of her handmaidens threaded the shrubbery to her side.
"The lamps, Unda," said the queen; "their light, I think, little becomes me. Put them out." And when this was done, she composedly ordered her pipe and threw herself lazily at length upon a pile of kincob cushions, her posture the more careless since she knew herself secure from observation; the garden being private to her use.
When the tire-woman had departed, leaving at Naraini"s side a small silver _huqa_ loaded with fine-cut Lucknow weed, a live ember of charcoal in the middle of the bowl, she sat up and began to smoke, her face of surpa.s.sing loveliness quaintly thoughtful as she sucked at the little mouthpiece of chased silver and exhaled faint clouds of aromatic vapour. From time to time she smiled pensively and put aside the tube while she played with the rings upon her slender, petal-like fingers; five rings there were to each hand, from the heavy thumb circlet that might possibly fit a man"s little finger to the tiny band that was on her own, all linked together by light strands of gold radiating from the big, gem-encrusted boss of ruddy gold midway between her slim round waist and dimpled knuckles....
The tread of boots with jingling spurs sounded in the gallery, warning her. She sighed, smiled dangerously to herself, and carelessly adjusted her veil, leaving rather more than half her face bare. Salig Singh entered the garden and found his way to her, towering over her beneath the canopy, brave in his green and tinsel uniform. She looked up with a listless hauteur that expressed her att.i.tude toward the man.
"_Achcha_!" she said sharply. "Thou art tardy, Heaven-born. Yet have I waited for thee this half-hour gone, heavy with sleep though I be--waited to know the pleasure of my lord."
There was a mockery but faintly disguised in her tone. The Maharana seemed to find it not unpleasant, for he smiled grimly beneath his moustache.
"There was work to be done," he said briefly--"for the Cause. And thou--how hast thou wrought, O Breaker of Hearts?"
The woman cast the silver mouthpiece from her and clasped her hands behind her head. "Am I not Naraini?"
"The man is ours?"
"Mine," she corrected amiably. His face darkened with a scowl of jealousy and she laughed in open derision. "Were I Naraini could I not divine the heart of a man?"
"By what means?"
"What is that to thee, O Heaven-born?" She snuggled her body complacently into the luxurious pile of cushions. "If I have accomplished the task thou didst set for me, what concern hast thou with the means I did employ? Thou art only Salig Singh, Maharana of Khandawar, but I am Naraini, a free woman."
"Thou--!" Rage choked the Rajput. "Thou," he sputtered--"thou art--"
"Softly, Heaven-born, softly--lest I loose a thunderbolt for thy destruction. Is it wise to forget that Naraini holds thy fate in the hollow of her hands?" She sat forward, speaking swiftly and with malice. "Thou art pledged to produce Har Dyal Rutton in the Hall of the Bell before another sunrise, and none but Naraini knows to what a perilous resort thou art driven to redeem thy word."
"I was lied to," he argued sullenly. "A false tale was brought me--by one who hath repented of his error! If I was told that Har Dyal Rutton would be in India upon such-and-such a day, am I to blame that I did promise to bring him to the Gateway?"
"And seeing that the man is dead, art thou to blame for bringing in his place a subst.i.tute, even so poor a changeling as this man Amber? Nay, be not angry; do I blame thee? Have I done aught but serve thee to the end thou dost desire?... Thou shouldst be grateful to me, rather than menace me with thine anger.... And," she added sweetly, "it were well for thee that thou shouldst bear always in mind my intimacy with thy secret. If thou art king, then am I more than queen, in Khandawar."
"I am not angry, Naraini," he told her humbly, "but mad with love for thee--"
"And l.u.s.t, my lord, for--power," she interpolated.
"But if what thou hast said be true--"
""Who lies to the King, is already a dead man." Why should I trouble to deceive thee, Heaven-born? I tell thee, the man is won. The day shall declare it: this night will he ride with me to Kathiapur. Why didst thou not tarry to eavesdrop? Indeed thou hast lost an opportunity that may never a second time be thine--to learn of the wiles of woman."
"There was work to be done," he repeated. "I went to take measures against thy failure."
"O thou of little faith!"
"Nay, why should I neglect proper precautions? Whether thy confidence be justified or no, this night will Har Dyal Rutton--or one like him--endure the Ordeal of the Gateway."
"So I have told thee," she a.s.sented equably. "He will come, because Naraini bids him."
"It may be so. If not, another lure shall draw him."
She started with annoyance. "The Englishwoman of the picture?"
"Have I named her?" He lifted his heavy brows in affected surprise.
"Nay, but--"
"Secret for secret," he offered: "mine for thine. Is it a bargain, O Pearl of Khandawar?"
"Keep thy silly secret, then, as I will keep mine own counsel," she said, with a.s.sumed disdain. It was no part of wisdom, in her understanding, to tell him of her interview with Amber. A man"s jealousy is a potent weapon in a woman"s hands, but must be wielded with discretion.
He was persistent: "I will back my plan against thine, Ranee."
"So be it," she said shortly. "Whichever wins, the stake is won for both. What doth it matter?"