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But Terrington showed at once the temper in which he had undertaken it.
His cavalry wheeled to the left, leaving the front open, and,
advancing, formed a screen which covered the skirts of the town. The
river protected the other flank, and, with the Guides in the centre as
reserve, the Sikhs went straight for the eastern gate, while the Dogra
detachment advanced half right upon the Palace stables where the wall
ran down to the river. The guards on the gate allowed themselves to be
taken, the stables were occupied without resistance, and a command was
thus obtained of the Palace compound which was seen to be invitingly
empty. But Terrington was the last man to be tempted by such an
invitation. He had obtained a foothold from which to enforce his
demands, and did not intend to go a step further.
He could not hope to carry the Palace, filled as it doubtless was with
the Khan's guards; he had no guns to batter it; but he could now, if
his hand was forced, make life very uncomfortable for those within its
walls. So he began to parley.
What passed was hidden by the Palace wall from the watchers on the
tower, but after three hours of apprehension they could see that the
force was preparing to retire, and presently some of the Khan's bearers
appeared through the gateway carrying charpoys. Afzul Singh guessed
what was on them, and his grave consideration made no disguise with
Mrs. Chantry. He had no hope that any of those who had been trapped in
the Palace would return alive, and he held out none to her.
"None come," he said, lowering his glasses; "they are all carried."
Terrington had requested the return of Sir Colvin and his escort, and,
on the reply that they were killed, had demanded their bodies.
Mir Khan, informed by his spies that the Fort had been loop-holed,
provisions stored, the trees levelled and every preparation made for a
prolonged siege, foresaw with a chuckle the very imminent destruction
of the British force in Sar, and was far too astute to hurry a game
which was going his own way.
So he tendered the bodies with every mark of respect and the most
profound apologies for the passions of his subjects which he had been
unable to keep under control.
Terrington had replied acknowledging the arrival of the charpoys and
announcing that he was for the present the British representative in
Sar, and would, on receiving instructions from his Government, acquaint
the Khan what reparation was demanded for the murder at a friendly
Durbar of Her Majesty's Commissioner.
The old man, when the message was read to him, rubbed his foot and
smiled with child-like craftiness. He admired the daring which had
flung that handful of the Sirkar's men without an hour's hesitation
against his Palace; admired it the more since it seemed to prove that
Terrington was after all but a swine-headed fighter like the rest of
his kind.
VI
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