minutes after Roy had finished his song Dearest-Lady's litter paused
for a moment on a high-perched corner of the road towards Kandahar, to
give her a last look of the fair city of Kabul. Her bright old face was
bright still, undimmed by care. She was old and frail, she was going a
wearisome, trying journey; yet, for the present, she knew that she had
saved the Heir-to-Empire's life. That at any rate was secure until she
returned--and she might never return! The thought made her smile.
"Forward, slaves!" she cried cheerfully, and Kabul, the city she loved
so well, was left behind without one regret.

And she was right. She had saved the Heir-to-Empire's life; for at that
very minute the door of little Prince Akbar's room opened wide, and Roy
starting up found himself face to face with cruel Uncle Kumran followed
by two men with drawn swords. And, alas for Roy! he had no sword to
draw, for Old Faithful's sabre did not fit the disguise of a Rajput
bard. Despite that, he stepped forward boldly, though his heart beat to
suffocation. For Kumran's face was cruel indeed.

Still, for one second, the latter's attention was distracted. He had
wanted no witnesses to what he meant to do.

"How camest thou hither, slave?" he asked fiercely.

And Roy gave him back the simple truth, no more, no less; but it was
sufficient.

"Her Highness Khanzada Khanum brought me hither to be with the
Heir-to-Empire ere she left at sunset."

Kumran started back. "Left? Hath she left already?" he asked, his face
paling. So he stood for a moment irresolute, the words of his own oath
pealing through his brain, "By the memory of my father I promise." That
was not one which any son of Babar's was ever likely to break. "Sheath
your swords, fools!" he said at last bitterly; "they are not needed. I
am not the first man who has been outwitted by a woman."

CHAPTER XVII

IMPRISONMENT

But if Kumran was let and hindered by his oath from actually killing the
Heir-to-Empire in cold blood, or, in lesser degree, from treating him so
harshly that he might die, he did not feel so bound towards the others;
and being cruel by nature, he set to work upon them at once.
Foster-father he sent to the State prison, which was down a well in the
big courtyard. There were two of these prison-wells, in which the water
was reached by a flight of steep steps, and where dark, underground
cells opened on to the deep silent pool. They were terribly damp, but
here p