The Adventures of Kathlyn
Page 66Kathlyn, when she heard that voice, shut her eyes.
Umballa had drawn closer. There was something about this half veiled
slave that stirred his recollection. Where had he seen that graceful
poise? The clearness of the skin, though dark; the roundness of the
throat and arms. . . .
"Three thousand rupees!"
The old mahout purred and smoothed his palms together. Three thousand
rupees, a rajah's ransom! He would own his elephant; his wife should
ride in a gilded palanquin, and his children should wear shoes. Three
thousand rupees! He folded his arms and walked gently to and fro.
"Five thousand rupees!" said Umballa, impelled by he knew not what to
make this bid.
A ripple of surprise ran over the crowd. The regent, the powerful
Kathlyn's nerves tingled with life again, and the sudden bounding of
her heart stifled her. Umballa! She was surely lost. Sooner or later
he would recognize her.
The mahout stood up, delighted. He was indeed fortunate. He salaamed.
"Huzoor, she is gentle," he said.
The high-caste who had bid 3,000 rupees salaamed also.
"Highness, she is yours," he said. "I can not bid against my regent."
It was the custom to mark a purchased slave with the caste of her
purchaser. Umballa, still not recognizing her, waved her aside toward
the Brahmin caste markers, one of whom daubed her forehead with a
yellow triangle. Her blue eyes pierced the curious brown ones.
"The sahib at the river," she whispered in broken Hindustani. "Many
The Brahmin's eyes twinkled. Her Hindustani was execrable, but "sahib"
and "river" were plain to his understanding. There was but one sahib
by the river, and he was the white hunter who had rescued the vanished
queen from the ordeals. He nodded almost imperceptibly. Inwardly he
smiled. He was not above giving the haughty upstart a Thuggee's twist.
He spoke to his neighbor quietly, assigned to him his bowls and
brushes, rose, and made off.
"Follow me," said Umballa to the happy mahout. Presently he would have
his bags of silver, bright and twinkling.
Fate overtook Ali, who in his mad race to Hare's camp fell and badly
sprained his ankle. Moaning, less from the pain than from the
attendant helplessness, he was carried into the hut of a kindly ryot
The Brahmin, however, filled with greed and a sly humor, reached his
destination in safety. Naturally cunning, double tongued, sly,
ingratiating, after the manner of all Brahmins, who will sink to any
base level in order to attain their equivocal ends his actions were
unhampered by any sense of treachery toward Umballa. A Thuggee's twist
to the schemes of the street rat Umballa, who wore the Brahmin string,
to which he had no right! The Brahmin chuckled as he paused at the
edge of Bruce's camp. A fat purse lay yonder. He approached, his
outward demeanor a mixture of pride and humility.