THE COLLECTED WORKS OF RUDYARD KIPLING (Illustrated Edition). Rudyard Kipling

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СКАЧАТЬ it softly on his shoulder, 'you and I are kin indeed! For it is more easy to govern this State--ay, and from this State to recapture all Hindustan from these white dogs, the English--than to do what you have dreamed of. And yet a stout heart makes all things easy. Was it for yourself, Tarvin Sahib, that you wanted the Naulahka, or for another--even as I desire Gokral Seetarun for my son? We are not little people. It is for another, is it not?'

      'Look here,' said Tarvin reverently, as he took her hand from his shoulder and held it firmly in his clutch again, 'are there many of you in India?'

      'But one. I am like yourself--alone.' Her chin drooped against his shoulder, and she looked up at him out of her eyes as dark as the lake. The scarlet mouth and the quivering nostrils were so close to his own that the fragrant breath swept his cheek.

      'Are you making states, Tarvin Sahib, like me? No; surely it is a woman. Your government is decreed for you, and you do what it orders. I turned the canal which the Government said should run through my orange-garden, even as I will bend the King to my will, even as I will kill the boy, even as I will myself rule in Gokral Seetarun through my child. But you, Tarvin Sahib--you wish only a woman! Is it not so? And she is too little to bear the weight of the Luck of the State. She grows paler day by day.' She felt the man quiver, but he said nothing.

      From the tangle of scrub and brushwood at the far end of the lake broke forth a hoarse barking cough that filled the hills with desolation as water brims a cup. Tarvin leaped to his feet. For the first time he heard the angry complaint of the tiger going home to his lair after a fruitless night of ranging.

      'It is nothing,' said the Queen, without stirring. 'It is only the tiger of the Dungar Talao. I have heard him howling many times when I was a gipsy, and even if he came you would shoot him, would you not, as you shot the ape?'

      She nestled close to him, and, as he sank beside her on the stone again, his arm slipped unconsciously about her waist.

      The shadow of the beast drifted across an open space by the lake-shore as noiselessly as thistledown draws through the air of summer, and Tarvin's arm tightened in its resting-place--tightened on a bossed girdle that struck cold on his palm through many folds of muslin.

      'So little and so frail--how could she wear it?' resumed the queen.

      She turned a little in his embrace, and Tarvin's arm brushed against one, and another, and then another, strand of the girdle, studded like the first with irregular bosses, till under his elbow he felt a great square stone.

      He started, and tightened his hold about her waist, with paling lips.

      'But we two,' the Queen went on, in a low voice, regarding him dreamily, 'could make the kingdoms fight like the water-buffaloes in spring. Would you be my prime minister, Tarvin Sahib, and advise me through the curtain?'

      'I don't know whether I could trust you,' said Tarvin briefly.

      'I do not know whether I could trust myself,' responded the Queen; 'for after a time it might be that I should be servant who have always been queen. I have come near to casting my heart under the hoofs of your horse--not once, but many times.' She put her arms around his neck and joined them there, gazing into his eyes, and drawing his head down to hers. 'Is it a little thing,' she cooed, 'if I ask you to be my king? In the old days, before the English came, Englishmen of no birth stole the hearts of begums, and led their armies. They were kings in all but the name. We do not know when the old days may return, and we might lead our armies together.'

      'All right. Keep the place open for me. I might come back and apply for it one of these days when I've worked a scheme or two at home.'

      'Then you are going away--you will leave us soon?'

      'I'll leave you when I've got what I want, my dear,' he answered, pressing her closer.

      She bit her lip. 'I might have known,' she said softly. 'I, too, have never turned aside from anything I desired. Well, and what is it?'

      The mouth drooped a little at the corners, as the head fell on his shoulder. Glancing down, he saw the ruby jewelled jade handle of a little knife at her breast.

      He disengaged himself from her arms with a quick movement, and rose to his feet. She was very lovely as she stretched her arms appealingly out to him in the half light; but he was there for other things.

      Tarvin looked at her between the eyes, and her glance fell.

      'I'll take what you have around your waist, please.'

      'I might have known that the white man thinks only of money!' she cried scornfully.

      She unclasped a silver belt from her waist and threw it from her, clinking, upon the marble.

      Tarvin did not give it a glance.

      'You know me better than that,' he said quietly. 'Come, hold up your. hands. Your game is played.'

      'I do not understand,' she said. 'Shall I give you some rupees?' she asked scornfully. 'Be quick, Juggut Singh is bringing the horses.'

      'Oh, I'll be quick enough. Give me the Naulahka.'

      'The Naulahka?'

      'The same. I'm tired of tipsy bridges and ungirt horses and uneasy arches and dizzy quicksands. I want the necklace.'

      'And I may have the boy?'

      'No; neither boy nor necklace.'

      'And will you go to Colonel Nolan in the morning?'

      'The morning is here now. You'd better be quick.'

      'Will you go to Colonel Nolan?' she repeated, rising and facing him.

      'Yes; if you don't give me the necklace.'

      'And if I do?'

      'No. Is it a trade?' It was his question to Mrs. Mutrie.

      The Queen looked desperately at the day-star that was beginning to pale in the East. Even her power over the King could not save her from death if the day discovered her beyond the palace walls.

      The man spoke as one who held her life in the hollow of his hand; and she knew he was right. If he had proof he would not scruple to bring it before the Maharajah; and if the Maharajah believed---- Sitabhai could feel the sword at her throat. She would be no founder of a dynasty, but a nameless disappearance in the palace. Mercifully, the King had not been in a state to understand the charges Tarvin had brought against her in the courtyard. But she lay open now to anything this reckless and determined stranger might choose to do against her. At the least he could bring upon her the formless suspicion of an Indian court, worse than death to her plans, and set the removal of Maharaj Kunwar beyond her power, through the interposition of Colonel Nolan; and at the worst---- But she did not pursue this train of thought.

      She cursed the miserable weakness of liking for him which had prevented her from killing him just now as he lay in her arms. She had meant to kill him from the first moment of their interview; she had let herself toy too long with the fascination of being dominated by a will stronger than her own, but there was still time.

      'And if I do not give you the Naulahka?' she asked.

      'I guess you know best about that.'

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