The Essential Writings of Rudyard Kipling (Illustrated Edition). Редьярд Киплинг

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      'Again I do not understand,' said the Queen, bewildered. 'But what is the life of a little child to you who are a stranger here?'

      'What is it to me? Why, it's fair-play; it's the life of a little child. What more do you want? Is nothing sacred to you?'

      'I also have a son,' returned the Queen, 'and he is not weak. Nay, Tarvin Sahib, the child always was sickly from his birth. How can he govern men? My son will be a Rajput; and in the time to come---- But that is no concern of the white men. Let this little one go back to the gods!'

      'Not if I know it,' responded Tarvin decisively.

      'Otherwise,' swept on the Queen, 'he will live infirm and miserable for ninety years. I know the bastard Kulu stock that he comes from. Yes; I have sung at the gate of his mother's palace when she and I were children--I in the dust, and she in her marriage-litter. To-day she is in the dust. Tarvin Sahib'--her voice melted appealingly--'I shall never bear another son; but I may at least mould the State from behind the curtain, as many queens have done. I am not a palace-bred woman. Those'--she pointed scornfully toward the lights of Rhatore--'have never seen the wheat wave, or heard the wind blow, or sat in a saddle, or talked face to face with men in the streets. They call me the gipsy, and they cower under their robes like fat slugs when I choose to lift my hand to the Maharajah's beard. Their bards sing of their ancestry for twelve hundred years. They are noble, forsooth! By Indur and Allah--yea, and the God of your missionaries too--their children and the British Government shall remember me for twice twelve hundred years. Ahi, Tarvin Sahib, you do not know how wise my little son is. I do not let him go to the missionary's. All that he shall need afterward--and indeed it is no little thing to govern this State--he shall learn from me; for I have seen the world, and I know. And until you came all was going so softly, so softly, to its end! The little one would have died--yes; and there would have been no more trouble. And never man nor woman in the palace would have breathed to the King one word of what you cried aloud before the sun in the courtyard. Now, suspicion will never cease in the King's mind, and I do not know--I do not know----' She bent forward earnestly.--'Tarvin Sahib, if I have spoken one word of truth this night, tell me how much is known to you.'

      Tarvin preserved absolute silence. She stole one hand pleadingly on his knee. 'And none would have suspected. When the ladies of the Viceroy came last year, I gave out of my own treasures twenty five thousand rupees to the nursing hospital, and the lady sahib kissed me on both cheeks, and I talked English, and showed them how I spent my time knitting--I who knit and unknit the hearts of men.'

      This time Tarvin did not whistle; he merely smiled and murmured sympathetically. The large and masterly range of her wickedness, and the coolness with which she addressed herself to it, gave her a sort of distinction. More than this, he respected her for the personal achievement which of all feats most nearly appeals to the breast of the men of the West--she had done him up. It was true her plans had failed; but she had played them all on him without his knowledge. He almost revered her for it.

      'Now you begin to understand,' said Sitabhai; 'there is something more to think of. Do you mean to go to Colonel Nolan, Sahib, with all your story about me?'

      'Unless you keep your hands off the Maharaj Kunwar--yes,' said Tarvin, not allowing his feelings to interfere with business.

      'That is very foolish,' said the Queen; 'because Colonel Nolan will give much trouble to the King, and the King will turn the palace into confusion, and every one of my handmaids, except a few, will give witness against me; and I perhaps shall come to be much suspected. Then you would think, Tarvin Sahib, that you had prevented me. But you cannot stay here for ever. You cannot stay here until I die. And so soon as you are gone----' She snapped her fingers.

      'You won't get the chance,' said Tarvin unshakenly. 'I'll fix that. What do you take me for?'

      The Queen bit the back of her forefinger irresolutely. There was no saying what this man, who strode unharmed through her machinations, might or might not be able to do. Had she been dealing with one of her own race she would have played threat against threat. But the perfectly composed and loose-knit figure by her side, watching every movement, chin in hand, ready, alert, confident, was an unknown quantity that baffled and distressed her.

      There was a sound of a discreet cough, and Juggut Singh waddled toward them, bowing abjectly, to whisper something to the Queen. She laughed scornfully, and motioned him back to his post.

      'He says the night is passing,' she explained, 'and it is death for him and for me to be without the palace.'

      'Don't let me keep you,' said Tarvin, rising. 'I think we understand each other.' He looked into her eyes. 'Hands off!'

      'Then I may not do what I please?' she said, 'and you will go to Colonel Nolan to-morrow?'

      'That depends,' said Tarvin, shutting his lips. He thrust his hands into his pockets as he stood looking down at her.

      'Seat yourself again a moment, Tarvin Sahib,' said Sitabhai, patting the slab of the tomb invitingly with her little palm. Tarvin obeyed. 'Now, if I let no more timber fall, and keep the grey apes tied fast----'

      'And dry up the quicksands in the Amet River,' pursued Tarvin grimly. 'I see. My dear little spitfire, you are at liberty to do what you like. Don't let me interfere with your amusements.'

      'I was wrong. I should have known that nothing would make you afraid,' said she, eyeing him thoughtfully out of the corner of her eye; 'and, excepting you, Tarvin Sahib, there is no man that I fear. If you were a king as I a queen, we would hold Hindustan between our two hands.'

      She clasped his locked fist as she spoke, and Tarvin, remembering that sudden motion to her bosom when he had whistled, laid his own hand quickly above hers, and held them fast.

      'Is there nothing, Tarvin Sahib, that would make you leave me in peace? What is it you care for? You did not come here to keep the Maharaj Kunwar alive.'

      'How do you know I didn't?'

      'You are very wise,' she said, with a little laugh, 'but it is not good to pretend to be too wise. Shall I tell you why you came?

      'Well, why did I? Speak up.'

      'You came here, as you came to the temple of Iswara, to find that which you will never find, unless'--she leaned toward him--'I help you. Was it very cold in the Cow's Mouth, Tarvin Sahib?'

      Tarvin drew back, frowning, but not betraying himself further.

      'I was afraid that the snakes would have killed you there?'

      'Were you?'

      'Yes,' she said softly. 'And I was afraid, too, that you might not have stepped swiftly enough for the turning stone in the temple.'

      Tarvin glanced at her. 'No?'

      'Yes. Ah! I knew what was in your mind, even before you spoke to the King--when the bodyguard charged.'

      'See here, young woman, do you run a private inquiry agency?'

      She laughed. 'There is a song in the palace now about your bravery. But the boldest thing was to speak to the King about the Naulahka. He told me all you said. But he--even he did not dream that any feringhi could dare to covet it. And I was so good--I did not tell him. But I knew men like you are not made for little things. Tarvin Sahib,' she said, leaning close, releasing her hand and СКАЧАТЬ