hand. Revenge, great or
small, was always sweet to Umballa.

To the slave girl who attended Pundita he said: "Go summon the queen.
It is for her to decide what shall be done with this woman."

Through the veil Pundita's black eyes sparkled with hatred.

When Kathlyn came in it was at once explained to her that the woman's
husband had been taken for murder; by law his wife became the queen's
property, to dispose of as she willed. The veil was plucked from
Pundita's face. She was ordered to salaam in submission to her queen.
Pundita salaamed, but stoutly refused to kneel. They proceeded to
force her roughly, when Kathlyn intervened.

"Tell her she is free," said Kathlyn.

"Free?" came from the amazed Pundita's lips.

"You speak English?" cried Kathlyn excitedly.

"Yea, Majesty."

Kathlyn could have embraced her for the very joy of the knowledge. A
woman who could talk English, who could understand, who perhaps could
help! Yes, yes; the God of her fathers was good.

Umballa smiled. All this was exactly what he had reason to expect.
Seven days of authority; it would amuse him to watch her.

"Tell me your story," urged Kathlyn kindly. "Be not afraid of these
men. I shall make you my lady in waiting . . . so long as I am queen,"
with a searching glance at Umballa's face. She learned nothing from
the half smile there.

Pundita's narrative was rather long but not uninteresting. She had
learned English from the old white priest who had died during the last
plague. She was of high caste; and far back in the days of the Great
Mogul in Delhi her forebears had ruled here; but strife and rebellion
had driven them forth. In order that her immediate forebear might
return to their native state and dwell in peace they had waived all
possible rights of accession. They had found her husband standing over
a dead man in the bazaars. He was innocent.

Umballa smoothed his chin. Pundita had not told her queen how he,
Umballa, had made the accusation, after having been refused money by
Ramabai. He secretly admired the diplomacy of the young woman. He did
not at this moment care to push his enmity too far. As a matter of
fact, he no longer cared about her; at least, not since his arrival at
the Hare wild animal farm in California.

"Where is this man Ramabai confined?" demanded Kathlyn.

"In the murderers' pit in the elephant arena."

"Send and bring him here. I am certain that he is innocent."

So they b