e man. I cannot love those I have been taught to
hate, but I can see the benefit their rule has given to India.

"But what can I do now? I am in the stream, and I must go with it. I
know not what I wish or what I would do. Six months ago I felt certain.
Now I doubt. It seemed to me that in a day the English Raj would be
swept away. How could it be otherwise when the whole army that had
conquered India for them were against them? I knew they were brave, but
we have never lacked bravery. How could I tell that they would fight one
against a hundred?

"But come, let us go on. Por Sing is expecting you. I told him that
I knew that one from the garrison would come out to treat with him
privately tonight, and he is expecting you, though he does not know who
may come."

Ten minutes walking, and they approached a large tent surrounded by
several smaller ones. A sentry challenged when they approached, but
on Rujub giving his name, he at once resumed his walk up and down, and
Rujub, followed by Bathurst, advanced and entered the tent. The Zemindar
was seated on a divan smoking a hookah. Rujub bowed, but not with the
deep reverence of one approaching his superior.

"He is here," he said.

"Then you were not mistaken, Rujub?"

"How could I be when I knew?" Rujub said. "I have done what I said, and
have brought him straight to you. That was all I had to do with it; the
rest is for your highness."

"I would rather that you should be present," Por Sing said, as Rujub
turned to withdraw.

"No," the latter replied; "in this matter it is for you to decide.
I know not the Nana's wishes, and your highness must take the
responsibility. I have brought him to you rather than to the commander
of the Sepoys, because your authority should be the greater; it is you
and the other Oude chiefs who have borne the weight of this siege, and
it is only right that it is you who should decide the conditions of
surrender. The Sepoys are not our masters, and it is well they are
not so; the Nana and the Oude chiefs have not taken up arms to free
themselves from the English Raj to be ruled over by the men who have
been the servants of the English."

"That is so," the Zemindar said, stroking his beard; "well, I will talk
with this person."

Rujub left the tent. "You do not know me, Por Sing?" Bathurst said,
stepping forward from the entrance where he had hitherto stood; "I am
the Sahib Bathurst."

"Is it so?" the Zemindar said, laying aside his p