King--of the Khyber Rifles: A Romance of AdventureMundy, Talbot
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King--of the Khyber Rifles: A Romance of Adventure
Mundy, Talbot
British -- India -- Fiction; Historical fiction; India -- History -- Sepoy Rebellion, 1857-1858 -- Fiction; Love stories; War stories
“But there were many I tried--many--especially after I abandoned the
thought that the man must resemble the Sleeper. There was a Prince of
Germany who came to India on a hunting trip. You remember?”
King pricked his ears and allowed himself to grin, for in common with
many hundred other men who had been lieutenants at the time, he would
once have given an ear and an eye to know the truth of that affair. The
grin transformed his whole appearance, until Yasmini beamed on him.
“I'm listening, Princess!” he reminded her.
“Well--he came--the Prince of Germany--the borrower!”
“Borrower of what, Princess?”
“Of wit! Of brains! Of platitudes! Of reputation! There came a crowd
with him of such clumsy plunderers, asking such rude questions, that
even the sirkar could not shut its ears and eyes!
“I did not know all about sahibs in those days. I thought that, although
this man is what he is, yet he is a prince, and perhaps I can fire him
with my genius. I could have taught him the native tongues. I thought
he had ambition, but I learned that he is only greedy. You see, I was
foolish, not knowing yet that in good time if I am patient my man will
come to me! But I learned all about Germans--all!
“I offered him India first, then Asia, then the world--even as I now
offer them to you. The sirkar sent him to see me dance, and he stayed
to hear me talk. When I saw at last that he has the head and heart of a
hyena I told him lies. But he, being drunk, told me truths that I have
remembered.
“Later he sent two of his officers to ask me questions, and they were
little better than he, although a little better mannered. I told them
lies, too, and they told me lies, but they told me much that was true.
“Then the prince came again, a last time. And I was weary of him. The
sirkar was very weary of him too. He offered me money to go to Germany
and dance for the kaiser in Berlin. He said I will be shown there much
that will be to my advantage. I refused. He made me other offers. So I
spat in his face and threw food at him.
“He complained to the sirkar against me, sending one of his high
officers to demand that I be whipped. So I told the sirkar some--not
much, indeed, but enough--of the things he and his officers had told
me. And the sirkar said at once that there was both cholera and bubonic
plague, and he must go home!
“I have heard--three men told me--that he said he will never rest until
I have been whipped! But I have heard that his officers laughed behind
his back. And ever since that time there have always been Germans in
communication with me. I have had more money from Berlin than would
bribe the viceroy's council, and I have not once been in the dark about
Germany's plans--although they have always thought I am in the dark.
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