Presently, the Rao Sahib entered the hall from a door near the throne. Toward the figure of the Rani of Jhansi at his side the attention of all was immediately drawn. Against her desire to appear in her uniform, she had been persuaded to attire herself in the state robes of the senior Rani of Gwalior, silks of many hues, stiff with pearl embroidery. A splendid crown of rubies and diamonds rose above her forehead, her girdle was heavy with precious stones. The Rao Sahib conducted her to a seat immediately on the right of the throne, when as the Peshwa's representative he took a standing position directly in front of the vacant chair of royal authority. Behind them, and on either side, the nobles in their train grouped themselves effectively. As they looked from the dais they beheld the great hall filled to its utmost capacity with eager upturned faces. Curtains screening the apertures had been withdrawn, disclosing crowded ante-chambers and passages. Could their gaze have penetrated further they would have seen a vast concourse surging about the entrance to the palace and in the courtyard beyond. These did not so much await the proclamation as another common object in mind. The Rao Sahib moved to the edge of the dais, and read a brief declaration of the Peshwa's titles. It was received with applause, though it was apparent their enthusiasm was restrained. He then proceeded to distribute favors. Upon the shoulders of the nobles recently imprisoned for their sympathy with the Native cause, he placed robes of honor. To others were given important offices and commands. The recipients were each cheered loudly, but soon looks of mute inquiry broke on many faces. Was there then to be no reward for her who had won all this glory for their arms? Thus, while Sindhia's jewels were being divided, in the background, several grew impatient. They began to call upon the Rani's name. "Shame! Shame"! they murmured. "Is it not the Rani of Jhansi who should receive honor above all others"? One taller than the rest silenced the complaint for the moment. "The casket," said he, "yet remains. Hush! Perchance it contains the greatest treasure for the Queen." The jewels were at last disposed of to the satisfaction of some and the disappointment of others. The Rao Sahib turned, and took the Rani lightly by the hand. He led her before the throne. Then was it that the enthusiasm of every heart burst forth in a mighty cheer, that shook Sindhia's palace to its foundations. In the halls, courts, and corridors, it was tumultuously echoed; the throng without caught it up, and hurled it above the city to the black walls of the fortress, where a woman's banner was fluttering in a gentle current of air. They knew their valiant Queen was about to receive her reward.