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g, and they feared to ride against the dog, for he held the life of the King; and the tumult was great, but all were for the King's safety. Then once more she spoke. "Seeing it is determined that the King's life is more than my honour, I go this night. In your hand I leave my little son, the Prince Ajeysi. Prepare my litters, seven hundred of the best, for all my women go with me. Depart now, for I have a thought from the Gods." Then, returning to her bower, she spoke this letter to the saint, and he wrote it, and it was sent to the camp. After salutations--"Wisdom and strength have attained their end. Have ready for release the Rana of Chitor, for this night I come with my ladies, the prize of the conqueror." When the sun sank, a great procession with torches descended the steep way of Chitor--seven hundred litters, and in the first was borne the Queen, and all her women followed. All the streets were thronged with women, weeping and beating their breasts. Very greatly they wept, and no men were seen, for their livers were black within them for shame as the Treasure of Chitor departed, nor would they look upon the sight. And across the plains went that procession; as if the stars had fallen upon the earth, so glittered the sorrowful lights of the Queen. But in the camp was great rejoicing, for the Barbarians knew that many fair women attended on her. Now, before the entrance to the camp they had made a great shamiana [tent] ready, hung with shawls of Kashmir and the plunder of Delhi; and there was set a silk divan for the Rani, and beside it stood the Loser and the Gainer, Allah-u-Din and the King, awaiting the Treasure. Veiled she entered, stepping proudly, and taking no heed of the Moslem, she stood before her husband, and even through the veil he could feel the eyes he knew. And that Accursed spoke, laughing. "I have won-I have won, O King! Bid farewell to the Chosen of the Palace--the Beloved of the Viceregent of Kings!" Then she spoke softly, delicately, in her own tongue, that the outcast should not guess the matter of her speech. "Stand by me. Stir not. And when I raise my arm, cry the cry of the Rajputs. NOW!" And she flung her arm above her head, and instantly, like a lion roaring, he shouted, drawing his sword, and from every litter sprang an armed man, glittering in steel, and the bearers, humble of mien, were Rajput knights, every one. And Allah-u-Din thrust at the breast
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