heir name bright
in the trenches. The Philawat boy was hit twice and came to hospital
here. The Government sent him a sealed letter by messenger where he
lay. He had great fear of it, because what he and Kandesur had done was
without orders. He expected a reprimand from the Government and also
from his uncle because of the succession. But the letter was an
announcement of decoration from the Shahzada himself, and when he had
read it, the child hid his face beneath the sheets and wept for joy. I
saw and heard this from my very bed in the hospital. So his Military
Cross and the rest was due to the Maharanee of Haliana, his sister.
Before her marriage she attended instruction in England at the great
school for maidens called Ghatun [Girton?]. She goes unveiled among
Englishmen, laying hold upon her husband's right arm in public
assemblies in open daylight. And Haliana is sunborn.[1] Consider it!
Consider it!

[1] The royal clans of the Rajputs derive their descent from the
Sun.

Do not be concerned if I do not return. I have seen all the reports of
all the arrangements made for burial, etc., etc., in this country. They
are entirely in accordance with our faith. My youth and old age have
been given to the service of the Government, and if the Government can
be served with the dust of my bones it is theirs, Now that my boy is
dead in Arabia I have also withdrawn my petition to the Government for
a land-grant. What use? The house is empty.

Man does not remain in the world
But his name remains.
Though Jam and Suliman are gone
Their names are not lost.

When that arrives, my Maharanee Baharanee will despatch to you
_posh-free par parshel-posh_ [post-free per parcel-post] my Cross that
the Badshah gave me, and a letter from my Captain Sahib's Mother with
whose brother I served when I was a man. As for my debts, it does not
trouble me in the least that the moneylenders should be so troubled
about them. But for the Army and the Police the people would have
killed all moneylenders. Give my duty to the Rana of Pech, for his line
were my father's overlords from the first. He can hang up my sword
beside my father's.

Do not be concerned for whatever overtakes me. I have sifted the sands
of France: now I sift those of England. Here I am held in the greatest
kindness and honour imaginable by all whom I meet. Though I am useless
as a child yet they are unwearied of me. The nurses in my Maharanee
Baha