“He says, sahib--‘The siege has now lasted many days, and my followers are fast becoming discontented and stealing away from me. I have learnt to honour the valour of the sahibs, and but for the rancour of my uncle, the Amir Sahib, I would have made terms with them long before. He has sworn to have the life of every white man in the fort, and it is only because he is now away at Nalapur that I can offer them safety. The fort I must have, to save my face in the sight of my followers; but if it is surrendered to me to-day, before my uncle returns in his cruelty, thirsting for blood, I will send all the sahibs and the women and children away to Rahmat-Ullah, and by nightfall they shall be so far off that there is no pursuing them. The troopers also may go where they will, but I cannot promise them safe-conduct, for I have not beasts to mount them all, and they might chance to be overtaken. These terms I offer out of my honour for the sahibs, and my hatred for the cruelty of my uncle.’” “And does the Hasrat Ali Begum advise us to accept them?” asked Colonel Graham dryly. “She has not heard of them, sahib. I have but spoken as I was commanded.” “Well, I don’t think we need deliberate long over this,” said the Colonel to Mr Burgrave. “It’s clear that Bahram Khan is trying to hedge, and throwing the blame of all that has happened upon his uncle. From that I should judge that the relieving force is in motion at last. When the inevitable attack was made upon us as soon as we were outside the fort, the Amir would get the credit of the massacre, and Bahram Khan would pose as the innocent and peaceable dupe of his uncle’s treachery. He might even contrive to wipe out the Amir in his honest wrath, and appear red-handed at Rahmat-Ullah as our avenger--and also as the natural heir to the throne of Nalapur.” “You don’t leave him many shreds of character,” said the Commissioner stiffly. “I forgot he was a friend of yours. No; but seriously, you wouldn’t dream of trusting him? Of course not. The terms are refused, O servant of the Begum Sahib. Now, what about that message of yours for the doctor lady?” “It is for her ear alone, sahib.” “She is ill, and cannot come to the wall.” “Suffer me to see her, sahib, if only for a moment. My mistress bade me inquire of her health, for she has heard rumours that grieve her heart.” “I’m sorry it’s impossible to admit you. Mrs North is doing well; you must be satisfied with that.” “Nay, but let me see her, sahib. I dare not go back with my mistress’s commands undone.” “It is impossible. Have you any further message?” “I must see her. It is urgent--most necessary. Sahib, suffer me to come in.” “Impossible. Get back to your own side as fast as you can.” “What could she have had to say?” asked Mr Burgrave curiously, as they left the turret.