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arm about him and drew him closer to her.

      'Kate,' he continued, 'if I ask anything of my father, will you say that that thing is good for me?'

      Kate, whose thoughts were still bitter and far away, patted his shoulder vaguely as she lifted her tear-stained eyes toward the red height on which the palace stood. 'How can I tell, Lalji?' She smiled down into his upturned face.

      'But it is a most wise thing.'

      'Is it?' asked she fondly.

      'Yes; I have thought it out by myself. I am myself a Raj Kumar, and I would go to the Raj Kumar College, where they train the sons of princes to become kings. That is only at Ajmir; but I must go and learn, and fight, and ride with the other princes of Rajputana, and then I shall be altogether a man. I am going to the Raj Kumar College at Ajmir, that I may learn about the world. But you shall see how it is wise. The world looks very big since I have been ill. Kate, how big is the world which you have seen across the Black Water? Where is Tarvin Sahib? I have wished to see him too. Is Tarvin Sahib angry with me or with you?'

      He plied her with a hundred questions till they halted before one of the gates in the flank of the palace that led to his mother's wing. The woman of the desert rose from the ground beside it, and held out her arms.

      'I heard the message come,' she said to Kate, 'and I knew what was required. Give me the child to carry in. Nay, my Prince, there is no cause for fear. I am of good blood.'

      'Women of good blood walk veiled, and do not speak in the streets,' said the child doubtfully.

      'One law for thee and thine, and another for me and mine,' the woman answered, with a laugh. 'We who earn our bread by toil cannot go veiled, but our fathers lived before us for many hundred years, even as did thine, heaven-born. Come then, the white fairy cannot carry thee so tenderly as I can.'

      She put her arms about him, and held him to her breast as, easily as though he had been a three year-old child. He leaned back luxuriously, and waved a wasted hand; the grim gate grated on its hinges as it swung back, and they entered together--the woman, the child, and the girl.

      There was no lavish display of ornament in that part of the palace. The gaudy tilework on the walls had flaked and crumbled away in many places, the shutters lacked paint and hung awry, and there was litter and refuse in the courtyard behind the gates. A queen who has lost the King's favour loses much else as well in material comforts.

      A door opened and a voice called. The three plunged into half darkness, and traversed a long, upward-sloping passage, floored with shining white stucco as smooth as marble, which communicated with the Queen's apartments. The Maharaj Kunwar's mother lived by preference in one long, low room that faced to the north-east, that she might press her face against the marble tracery and dream of her home across the sands, eight hundred miles away, among the Kulu hills. The hum of the crowded palace could not be heard there, and the footsteps of her few waiting-women alone broke the silence.

      The woman of the desert, with the Prince hugged more closely to her breast, moved through the labyrinth of empty rooms, narrow staircases, and roofed courtyards with the air of a caged panther. Kate and the Prince were familiar with the dark and the tortuousness, the silence and the sullen mystery. To the one it was part and parcel of the horrors amid which she had elected to move; to the other it was his daily life.

      At last the journey ended. Kate lifted a heavy curtain, as the Prince called for his mother; and the Queen, rising from a pile of white cushions by the window, cried passionately--

      'Is it well with the child?'

      The Prince struggled to the floor from the woman's arms, and the Queen hung sobbing over him, calling him a thousand endearing names, and fondling him from head to foot. The child's reserve melted--he had striven for a moment to carry himself as a man of the Rajput race: that is to say, as one shocked beyond expression at any public display of emotion--and he laughed and wept in his mother's arms. The woman of the 'desert drew her hand across her eyes, muttering to herself, and Kate turned to look out of the window.

      'How shall I give you thanks?' said the Queen at last. 'Oh, my son--my little son--child of my heart, the gods and she have made thee well again. But who is that yonder?'

      Her eyes fell for the first time on the woman of the desert, where the latter stood by the doorway draped in dull-red.

      'She carried me here from the carriage,' said the Prince, 'saying that she was a Rajput of good blood.'

      'I am of Chohan blood--a Rajput and a mother of Rajputs,' said the woman simply, still standing. 'The white fairy worked a miracle upon my man. He was sick in the head and did not know me. It is true that he died, but before the passing of the breath he knew me and called me by my name.'

      'And she carried thee!' said the Queen, with a shiver, drawing the Prince closer to her, for, like all Indian women, she counted the touch and glance of a widow things of evil omen.

      The woman fell at the Queen's feet. 'Forgive me, forgive me,' she cried. 'I had borne three little ones, and the gods took them all and my man at the last. It was good--it was so good--to hold a child in my arms again. Thou canst forgive,' she wailed; 'thou art so rich in thy son, and I am only a widow.'

      'And I a widow in life,' said the Queen, under her breath. 'Of a truth, I should forgive. Rise thou.'

      The woman lay still where she had fallen, clutching at the Queen's naked feet.

      'Rise, then, my sister,' the Queen whispered.

      'We of the fields,' murmured the woman of the desert, 'we do not know how to speak to the great people. If my words are rough, does the Queen forgive me?'

      'Indeed I forgive. Thy speech is softer than that of the hill-women of Kulu, but some of the words are new.'

      'I am of the desert--a herder of camels, a milker of goats. What should I know of the speech of courts? Let the white fairy speak for me.'

      Kate listened with an alien ear. Now that she had discharged her duty, her freed mind went back to Tarvin's danger and the shame and overthrow of an hour ago. She saw the women in her hospital slipping away one by one, her work unravelled, and all hope of good brought to wreck; and she saw Tarvin dying atrocious deaths, and, as she felt, by her hand.

      'What is it?' she asked wearily, as the woman plucked at her skirt. Then to the Queen, 'This is a woman who alone of all those whom I tried to benefit remained at my side to-day, Queen.'

      'There has been a talk in the palace,' said the Queen, her arm round the Prince's neck, 'a talk that trouble had come to your hospital, sahiba.'

      'There is no hospital now,' Kate answered grimly.

      'You promised to take me there, Kate, some day,' the Prince said in English.

      'The women were fools,' said the woman of the desert quietly, from her place on the ground. 'A mad priest told them a lie--that there was a charm among the drugs----'

      'Deliver us from all evil spirits and exorcisms,' the Queen murmured.

      'A charm among her drugs that she handles with her own hands, and so forsooth, sahiba, they must run out shrieking that their children will be misborn apes and their chicken-souls given to the devils. Aho! They will know in a week, not one or two, but many, whither their souls go for they will die--the corn and the corn in the ear together.'

      Kate shivered. She knew too well that the woman spoke the truth.

      'But the drugs!' began the Queen. 'Who knows what powers there may be in the drugs?' she laughed nervously, glancing at Kate.

      'Dekko! Look at her,' said the woman, with quiet scorn. 'She is a girl and naught else. What could she do to the Gates of Life?'

      'She has made my son whole, therefore she is my sister,' said the Queen.

      'She caused my man to speak to me before the death hour; therefore I am her servant as well as thine, sahiba,' said the other.

      The Prince looked up

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