A cheer rose from the crowd of onlookers as the Pathan slowly drew himself erect. Hawksworth realized that the right side of his face had been completely ripped away by the lion's sharp claws. He made a few halting steps toward the _Diwan-i-Am_, wheeled dizzily, and collapsed in a pool of blood. He was dead by the time the guards reached him. Arangbar had watched in spellbound delight. He clapped his hands and turned to Parwaz, whose glazed eyes seemed not to have fully comprehended the spectacle. "Astounding. I never knew a man could kill a lion with a mere club. He was braver than he knew. If he has sons, I will allow them to keep half his estate." Arangbar turned to the guard captain standing by the curtained entrance. "Tomorrow select ten of your best men and we will bring more lions. What better test of bravery?" The uniformed men standing at attention around the perimeter of the _Diwan-i-Am_ all blanched but their eyes remained fixed straight ahead. Then Arangbar suddenly remembered Hawksworth. "Does England have men as brave as ours, Ambassador?" Hawksworth felt a cold sweat in his palms. "No man in England would dare challenge one of Your Majesty's lions." Arangbar laughed loudly. Before he could respond, the _wazir_ was whispering in his ear. He glanced at the marble screen directly behind his throne and nodded. Then he turned to Hawksworth. "We are called away, Ambassador. I'm told I must take my afternoon rest. This is the time of day I retire to the _zenana_ for one _pahar_." He winked and gestured toward the marble screen. "Her Majesty rules our time. But I want to speak more with you today about this island of England. And about your king's schedule for trade. You will attend me in the Diwan-i-Khas this evening." "As Your Majesty pleases." As Arangbar rose his eye caught the painting. He picked it up and scrutinized it, then turned to Hawksworth. "Is this a fair example of Inglish painting?" "It came from the school of a celebrated artist, Your Majesty. His Majesty, King James, sat to have it painted especially for you." Hawksworth sensed that Arangbar had taken more interest in the painting than in any of the other gifts, except perhaps the hat. "The painters of England are the finest in the world." The Moghul stirred slightly and then summoned a small, wiry man with heavy brows from the first row of courtiers. He briskly moved to the front and salaamed to Arangbar. The Moghul passed the painting to him and together they studied it, conversing quietly in Persian. Then Arangbar turned to Hawksworth.