"A Fakeer says he must see you, my lord," said Goolab to Afzool Khan, as he sat quietly in his accustomed seat after the evening prayer. "He is in the court at the door, and will take no denial. He will not go away, but cursed frightfully when we said you were tired, and were resting in private." "A Fakeer, Goolab! Do you know him?" "All he says, master, is 'Ulla dilâyâ to leea,'" replied the woman, "and he declared he would cut himself with a knife and throw his blood upon us if we did not tell you. Hark! there is a shout." "Ulla dilâyâ to leea!" The Khan did not delay. "I know him, Goolab," he said. "Go, and say I come." "Bid every one depart hence," said the man as Afzool Khan approached him, attended by several servants. "What I have to say to thee brooks no listeners. There," he continued, when all had gone; and flinging down the bloody scarf at the Khan's feet, "look, it is his blood who would have been true, but for him who went to hell before him. Here is his last request to thee, Afzool Khan, for he trusted thee only, of all this city. Take them, I have done his last bidding." "His seal and these papers, Syn. More treason, perhaps. Did he say aught of them?" said the Khan. "Only that they belonged to his house, and I should give them to you; and he died like a brave man as he was." "Yes, as he was, Syn," echoed the Khan sadly--"as he was. And thou hast buried him? Else----" "I have cared for that; it doth not concern thee, Khan." "And who art thou, Syn? We have met before to-day." "Ay, Khan, and before that often. Am I safe with thee? Put thy hand on my head; nay, fear not a poor servant of God, and I will tell thee who I am." "Surely, friend," replied Afzool Khan, putting out his hand upon the high felt cap, "fear not." "Not there, not there; on my head," cried the man, grasping the Khan's hand, and kissing it while he removed the cap; "on my head, on my head. Ask Ali Adil Shah of me, and remember--Pahar Singh." "Pahar Singh!" exclaimed the Khan, starting back. "Hush, fear not; I have been pardoned, and the Shah's hand hath been before thine on his head; fear not, I will be true to thee, for thou art faithful to him. Thy hand once more, Khan, freely and truly upon my head." "Go, friend," said Afzool Khan, placing it as he desired. "Go, I doubt thee not, for I have heard what happened last night; go in peace. Whatever thou canst do for the Shah will not be forgotten." "There is yet one more work to-day ere I sleep, Khan--one more, and I go to do it. God be with you." As he departed, the men on guard would have stopped him, but again the old cry arose, and in his assumed character no one molested him, as the shout, rising and falling on the air, died away in the far distance.