The Adventures of Kathlyn

"Hold!" cried Ramabai when the soldiers started toward him to eject him

from the temple.

"What!" said Umballa; "will you recant?"

"No, Durga Ram. I stand here before you all, an accuser! I know the

law. Will you, wise and venerable priests, you men of Allaha, you

soldiers, serve a murderer? Will you," with a wave of his hand toward

the priests, "stand sponsor to the man who deliberately planned and

executed the miserable death of our king? Shall it fly to Benares,

this news that Allaha permits itself to be ruled and bullied by a

common murderer; a man without family, a liar and a cheat? Durga Ram,

who slew the king; you turned upon the hand that had fed and clothed

you and raised you to power. . . . Wait! Let this woman speak!"

A dramatic moment followed; a silence so tense that the fluttering

wings of the doves in the high arches could be heard distinctly.

Ramabai was a great politician. He had struck not only wisely but

swiftly before his public. Had he come before the priests and Umballa

alone, he would have died on the spot. But there was no way of

covering up this accusation, so bold, direct; it would have to be

investigated.

Upon her knees, her arms outstretched toward the scowling priests, the

woman of the zenana tremblingly told her tale: how she had saved

Umballa during the revolt; how she had secured him shelter with her

sister, who was a dancer; how she had visited Umballa in his secret

chamber; how he had confided to her his plans; how she had seen him

with her own eyes become one of the fake bearers of the palanquin.

"The woman lies because I spurned her!" roared Umballa.

"Away with her!" cried the chief priest, inwardly cursing Umballa for

having permitted this woman to live when she knew so much. "Away with

her!"

"The law!" the woman wailed. "The sanctity of the temple is mine!"

"Hold!" said Kathlyn, standing up. In her halting Hindustani she

spoke: "I have something to say to you all. This woman tells the

truth. Let her go unafraid. You, grave priests, have thrown your lot

with Umballa. Listen. Have you not learned by this time that I am not

a weak woman, but a strong one? You have harried me and injured me and

wronged me and set tortures for me, but here I stand, unharmed. This

day I will have my revenge. My servant Ahmed has departed for the

walled city of Bala Khan. He will return with Bala Khan and an army

such as will flatten the city of Allaha to the ground, and crows and

vultures and tigers and jackals shall make these temples their

abiding-places, and men will forget Allaha as they now forget the

mighty Chitor." She swung round toward the priests. "You have

yourselves to thank. At a word from me, Bala Khan enters or stops at

the outer walls. I have tried to escape you by what means I had at my

command. Now it shall be war! War, famine, plague!"