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it from her, clinking, upon the marble.

      Tarvin did not give it a glance.

      'You know me better than that,' he said quietly. 'Come, hold up your. hands. Your game is played.'

      'I do not understand,' she said. 'Shall I give you some rupees?' she asked scornfully. 'Be quick, Juggut Singh is bringing the horses.'

      'Oh, I'll be quick enough. Give me the Naulahka.'

      'The Naulahka?'

      'The same. I'm tired of tipsy bridges and ungirt horses and uneasy arches and dizzy quicksands. I want the necklace.'

      'And I may have the boy?'

      'No; neither boy nor necklace.'

      'And will you go to Colonel Nolan in the morning?'

      'The morning is here now. You'd better be quick.'

      'Will you go to Colonel Nolan?' she repeated, rising and facing him.

      'Yes; if you don't give me the necklace.'

      'And if I do?'

      'No. Is it a trade?' It was his question to Mrs. Mutrie.

      The Queen looked desperately at the day-star that was beginning to pale in the East. Even her power over the King could not save her from death if the day discovered her beyond the palace walls.

      The man spoke as one who held her life in the hollow of his hand; and she knew he was right. If he had proof he would not scruple to bring it before the Maharajah; and if the Maharajah believed---- Sitabhai could feel the sword at her throat. She would be no founder of a dynasty, but a nameless disappearance in the palace. Mercifully, the King had not been in a state to understand the charges Tarvin had brought against her in the courtyard. But she lay open now to anything this reckless and determined stranger might choose to do against her. At the least he could bring upon her the formless suspicion of an Indian court, worse than death to her plans, and set the removal of Maharaj Kunwar beyond her power, through the interposition of Colonel Nolan; and at the worst---- But she did not pursue this train of thought.

      She cursed the miserable weakness of liking for him which had prevented her from killing him just now as he lay in her arms. She had meant to kill him from the first moment of their interview; she had let herself toy too long with the fascination of being dominated by a will stronger than her own, but there was still time.

      'And if I do not give you the Naulahka?' she asked.

      'I guess you know best about that.'

      As her eye wandered out on the plain she saw that the stars no longer had fire in them; the black water of the reservoir paled and grew grey, and the wild-fowl were waking in the reeds. The dawn was upon her, as merciless as the man. Juggut Singh was leading up the horses, motioning to her in an agony of impatience and terror. The sky was against her; and there was no help on earth.

      She put her hands behind her. Tarvin heard the snap of a clasp, and the Naulahka lay about her feet in ripples of flame.

      Without looking at him or the necklace, she moved toward the horses. Tarvin stooped swiftly and possessed himself of the treasure. Juggut Singh had released his horse. Tarvin strode forward and caught at the bridle, cramming the necklace into his breast-pocket.

      He bent to make sure of his girth. The Queen, standing behind her horse, waited an instant to mount.

      'Good-bye, Tarvin Sahib; and remember the gipsy,' she said, flinging her arm out over the horse's withers. 'Heh!'

      A flicker of light passed his eye. The jade handle of the Queen's knife quivered in the saddleflap, half an inch above his right shoulder. His horse plunged forward at the Queen's stallion, with a snort of pain.

      'Kill him, Juggut Singh!' gasped the Queen, pointing to Tarvin, as the eunuch scrambled into his saddle. 'Kill him!'

      Tarvin caught her tender wrist in his fast grip. 'Easy there, girl! Easy!' She returned his gaze, baffled. 'Let me put you up,' he said.

      He put his arms about her and swung her into the saddle.

      'Now give us a kiss,' he said, as she looked down at him.

      She stooped. 'No, you don't! Give me your hands.' He prisoned both wrists, and kissed her full upon the mouth. Then he smote the horse resoundingly upon the flank, and the animal blundered down the path and leaped out into the plain.

      He watched the Queen and Juggut Singh disappear in a cloud of dust and flying stones, and turned with a deep sigh of relief to the lake. Drawing the Naulahka from its resting-place, and laying it fondly out upon his hands, he fed his eyes upon it.

      The stones kindled with the glow of the dawn, and mocked the shifting colours of the hills. The shining ropes of gems put to shame the red glare that shot up from behind the reeds, as they had dulled the glare of the torches on the night of the little Prince's wedding. The tender green of the reeds themselves, the intense blue of the lake, the beryl of the flashing kingfishers, and the blinding ripples spreading under the first rays of the sun, as a bevy of coots flapped the water from their wings--the necklace abashed them all. Only the black diamond took no joy from the joy of the morning, but lay among its glorious fellows as sombre and red-hearted as the troublous night out of which Tarvin had snatched it.

      Tarvin ran the stones through his hands one by one, and there were forty-five of them--each stone perfect and flawless of its kind; nipped, lest any of its beauty should be hidden, by a tiny gold clasp, each stone swinging all but free from the strand of soft gold on which it was strung, and each stone worth a king's ransom or a queen's good name.

      It was a good moment for Tarvin. His life gathered into it. Topaz was safe!

      The wild duck were stringing to and fro across the lake, and the cranes called to one another, stalking through reeds almost as tall as their scarlet heads. From some temple hidden among the hills a lone priest chanted sonorously as he made the morning sacrifice to his god, and from the city in the plain came the boom of the first warddrums, telling that the gates were open and the day was born.

      Tarvin lifted his head from the necklace. The jade-handled knife was lying at his feet. He picked up the delicate weapon and threw it into the lake.

      'And now for Kate,' he said.

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      Now we are come to our Kingdom,

       And the State is thus and thus

       Our legions wait at the palace gate--

       Little it profits us,

       Now we are come to our Kingdom.

      Now we are come to our Kingdom,

       The crown is ours to take--

       With a naked sword at the council board,

       And under the throne the snake,

       Now we are come to our Kingdom.

      Now we are come to our Kingdom,

       But my love's eyelids fall,

       All that I wrought for, all that I fought for,

       Delight her nothing at all.

       My crown is withered leaves,

       For she sits in the dust and grieves,

       Now we are come to our Kingdom.

       —King Anthony.

      The palace on its red rock seemed to be still asleep as he cantered across the empty plain. A man on a camel rode out of one of the city gates at right angles to his course, and Tarvin noted with interest how swiftly a long-legged camel of the desert can move. Familiar as he had now become with the ostrich-necked beasts, he could not help associating them with Barnum's Circus and boyhood memories. The man drew near

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