"I want you to help me," she said, with an angry flash in her eye. "I
am a woman, and I cannot fight, or I would not come to you for help.
But you English are just. You have settled in our country, and your
Princess says, `Let there be no cruelty and ill-treatment of the people
where you are.' I have seen you for ten years, ever since I became a
woman who could think and act; but because I am a woman I am oppressed.
Because I will not be his wife Rajah Hamet stops my people's boats, and
takes away tin and rice. His people beat my slaves and steal their
fruit and fowls. Our lives become suffering, for my people are me. I
am not a mother, but they call me mother, and they say, `See, your
children are robbed and beaten; they moisten the dust of the earth with
their tears.'"
"Ah! ah! ah! ay! ayo!"
The three Englishmen started, for at these words of their Princess the
women burst into a piteous wail, and beat their breasts.
"We suffer; I weep with my children," continued the Princess, rising and
holding out her hands, as she went on speaking with a natural grace and
fiery eloquence. "I grow hot with anger, and I am ready to take my
father's kris and limbing and to go out against this coward who
oppresses me; but I am a woman, and I should lead my people to death. I
cannot do this, but I think and think till the rage grows cold, and my
reason comes back, and I say, `The great Queen loves her people, and she
will not have them hurt. Her rulers, and counsellors, and warriors are
in our country, and I will go to them and say, See, I am a woman--a
princess. I pay you the tribute you ask of me, and I give you love and
all I have that you ask. Save me, then, from this man. Teach him that
he cannot rob and injure my people, and so beat and injure me--a
helpless woman.' Will you do this, or shall I go back to my own place
and say, `The English are brave, but they will not help me? I am a
woman, and you and your children must bear your lot.'"
She ceased speaking and crossed her hands humbly upon her breast; but
her eyes lit up as she saw that Chumbley--upon whom her words had had a
remarkable effect--was watching the Resident keenly, and was evidently
eager to speak.
"Princess," said Mr Harley, "I am deeply grieved that you should have
to make this appeal. I do not act in a matter of such grave importance
as this without asking advice; but that I will do at once, and believe
me, if I could help it, you should not wait an hour for redress."
"Not half an hour if I could have my way," cried Chumbley, excitedly.
"Princess, I hope we shall soon visit you for some purpose."
She smiled at him again, and nodded her satisfaction; but there was
something very grave and earnest in her look as she almost timidly
turned to Hilton.
He saw the look, which was one of appeal, and seemed to ask for a reply.
"I, too," he said, "should gladly come to your assistance."
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