"Even so, monarch," returned the chief. "Ha! ha! The man whom thy slaves--cowards--tell thee they pursue. Aha! they dare not. Pahar Singh is monarch of his own wilds; no royal troops dare to come near them. But keep thine own counsel, and now listen. Thou mayst need me yet, and I may do thee good service. Two thousand good hearts and stout arms, such as thy money cannot hire, serve Pahar Singh. Swear to keep faith with me, and I will be true. Hadst thou been a coward, and quailed at the sight of this weapon, I should have been tempted to slay thee, Adil Khan, like a dog, for never yet did coward sit on the throne of Beejapoor. For what has happened, thou hast my respect. Enough! remember Pahar Singh, and in two days or less I will send thee more tidings, or come myself. Thou mayst kill the messenger, but he will not tell of my hiding-place; and if harm come to him, I swear to thee, by the Lady of Tooljapoor, my Holy Mother, that I will take a life for every hair of his head, and burn a hundred villages. Now, silence! I have spoken. Am I free to go, scathless as thou art? Thy hand upon it, monarch!" It was frankly given, and the rebel and outlaw, instead of taking it rudely, and as if prompted suddenly by a kindly feeling of reverence for his King, bent his head gently, touched it with his forehead, and kissed it. "Thy hand has touched my lips--put it upon my head, and swear by thy father not to harm me," he said, quickly. "I swear by my father not to harm thee, Pahar Singh: only be thou henceforth faithful to thy King's salt," he replied, as he placed both his hands upon the outlaw's head. "Enough," returned Pahar Singh, removing them, pressing them again to his forehead, and kissing them reverently; "I will be true to thy salt, O King; but speak to no one of me, and wait patiently till I come--I may have news for thee. A fakeer's rags and a beggar's cry admit me everywhere--'Ulla dilâyâ to léonga'[6]--by night or by day, wherever thou art, in durbar or zenana, whenever you hear it--admit me, or order me to be confined, and send for me--I shall bawl loudly enough. If I come not in two days, do not doubt me; but stir not in this matter till I arrive--it may be very soon, I cannot say. Now cover thy face; they come," and he resumed his former threatening attitude. The Meerza, with the two others, emerged from behind the temple almost as he spoke, and in a few moments had ascended the steps of the apartment. Maun Singh drew a heavy bag from beneath the scarf which was round his shoulders; but the eye of the robber at once detected its small size. "Those are not rupees, Meerza; beware of treachery with me. I have not harmed him," he exclaimed. "No, it is gold, holy Baba. Behold!" and he opened the bag, and poured the contents carefully into a little heap on the floor near the fire. "There is more than _he_ bargained for," he continued, pointing to the Lalla, "but it does not matter; you are welcome to it, for the temple and the well."