It was only exhaustion, and I woke the next morning very little the
worse, and half expecting to find myself back in my tent and the journey
part of a fevered dream. But the first things my eyes lighted upon were
rich cushions and curtains, flowers, a shaded window looking out on an
inner court, full of verdant trees, and, standing silent and watchful by
one of the curtains, there was Salaman waiting to show me my bath, and
summon two more to assist.
People nowadays boast about their baths, some having endless praise to
give to those they call Turkish, but to thoroughly know what a good bath
is, they must have been on the hot plains of India, and known the luxury
of having porous chatties of cool, delicious water dashed over them, and
sending, as it were, life rushing through their enervated limbs.
I felt a different being in a few minutes after Salaman and the others
had finished their duties with all the assiduity of Hindu servants; and
then as I sat in the handsome apartment arranged in its simple, rich,
Eastern luxury, a feeling of wretchedness and misery came over me. I
looked round at the rich carpets, soft cushions, and costly curtains;
and then at my magnificent uniform, and began thinking of the old, old
fable I had read as a child, of the jackdaw in borrowed plumes, and felt
that I thoroughly deserved to share the vain daw's fate.
I know now that I was rather hard upon myself, and that circumstances
had forced me into this position, but I am not sorry that I felt so
strongly then.
What was to be done? I did not want to be ungrateful to a man who
evidently liked me for myself as well as for the use I might prove to
be, but help him I would not, I was determined, and I said I would
sooner die, though, even as I made that declaration mentally, I wondered
whether I was composed of the kind of stuff that would prove so staunch
when put to the test. At any rate, I was firm enough then, and began to
think out the possibilities of escape.
They seemed very remote. I was now in a strong town, surrounded by
thousands of people; and, unless Brace came in company with quite a
little army, there was not much prospect of his setting me free. I had
no doubt about Dost tracking me out. After finding me in the tiny camp
in the forest, he would not have much difficulty in tracking me here.
But what to do? How could I hold back? I was certainly growing
stronger every hour, and in spite of my breakdown on the previous night,
I felt that it would be absurd to pretend that I was an invalid.
I could not assume weakness, and I was not going to play a deceitful
part. I should have, I knew, to dare the rajah's anger, for, in spite
of his words, I knew enough of the Hindu race, and had seen enough of
his volcanic character, to feel that he would, sooner or later, change
his manner, and threaten force.
Consequently, I could only come to one conclusion--I must escape, and
the sooner the better. The question was, how could it be done?
I went to the open window and looked out, to find below me the beautiful
court, with its trees, marble tank, and fountain of brilliantly clear
water, in whose depths swam scores of great gold and silver fish, to
which I could not help comparing myself as a fellow-prisoner in bright
armour.
I looked round the court, which was surrounded by handsome erections,
but I did not see a single face at any window. At a gateway, though,
were half a dozen armed men, showing me that the palace was carefully
guarded.
I went to another window, but it gave precisely the same view, except
that I could see partly through the gateway, a place which at once had a
great interest for me, as it might be the only path to liberty.
Salaman entered the room just then, and I asked him if I was at liberty
to go into the next room.
"Oh yes," he replied; "my lord is free to go where he likes. It was not
safe out there on the forest hill. Here he is in a great city,
surrounded by his friends."
"His enemies," I muttered.
"There are five rooms set apart for my lord. Will he come and see?"
I nodded, and followed him from the room in which I had slept, across a
little hall or entry, out of which was the place with tiled floor in
which I had had my bath, and then with a smile he drew back a curtain
and I entered a handsome room, with a divan in the centre, and others
about the walls. Then into another, evidently intended for smoking, and
from that into one which was set apart for my meals, as a very
English-looking breakfast was spread, and a couple of white-robed
servants stood waiting to receive my orders.
My first move was in each case to the windows, to find that my
apartments were in a corner of the court, and that all looked out on the
goldfish-tank, but of course in different directions. But there was no
tree near the walls big enough to be of use in an escape, and the tank,
though it looked deep enough, was too far distant for a dive.
"Will my lord have food?" said Salaman, humbly.
"Not yet. Wait," I replied; and I continued my inspection of my prison,
for such it was to me, admiring most of all the curtains, which were of
rich soft fabric, and Salaman smiled as he saw me pass them through my
hand.
"Beautiful!" I said to myself, and I felt in better spirits, for I saw
those curtains cut down, slit up, twisted and knotted together, with one
end secured to the side of a window ready for me to slide down the night
I made my escape.
"That's step the first," I said to myself; and then I looked hard at the
two servants standing with folded arms motionless as bronze statues.
They were, as I have said, dressed in white, and I saw now, as I
examined them more closely, that the stuff was white muslin, both robe
and turban, the latter being ornamented with a fine cord of gold twist.
They were not very different to scores of men of their class, such as I
had seen in good houses at Calcutta, or at the messes of the regiments
where I had dined, but they attracted me greatly now, and my eyes rested
searchingly on their brown faces, thick beards, bare legs, and feet
partly hidden by red slippers.
It was a neat, becoming dress, and I kept up my scrutiny, noting
everything, including, of course, the cummerbund or broad cotton scarf
or belt about the men's waists.
As for them, they did not even raise their eyes, but stood gazing down
at the floor while I made a mental picture of their appearance, and
oddly enough, I began thinking about walnuts, and wishing I had some.
A curious wish, you will say, for a prisoner who had only to give the
word, and a delicious breakfast would be placed before him, with curries
and fruits, and sweets with his coffee.
But I did not want any of them; I wanted walnuts.
Ah! you will say, and a pair of nutcrackers, and some salt into which I
could dip the ivory-white corrugated scraps when I had peeled them, and
possibly then a glass of fine old port wine, making together--the one
indigestible, the other heating--about as bad a mixture as a weak
convalescent could partake of in India.
But then, you see, you are perfectly wrong, for I was not thinking of
eating and drinking, but wishing I could have a dozen or so of the big
green walnuts I remembered growing on a great tree down in Surrey.
What for?
Why, to beat up into a kind of dark juice, in which I could wash my
hands, neck, and face, my head, too, and then my feet and legs, till I
had stained myself as dark as the darkest Hindu I had ever met.
The windows, with the gateway to be reached by means of the twisted
curtains; the dress of one of those men, and my skin darkened. So far
as this already on the first morning of my gilded captivity!
"I am getting on," I said to myself, with a smile on my face, and then I
grew rigid; for I turned and saw that Salaman was watching me keenly, as
if he could read every thought.
"Let not my lord be angry," he said humbly. "I could not help seeing
that he was pleased. Yes, they are two good servants; the best I could
find. His highness said I was to do everything to make my lord happy.
But will he not eat?"
"Yes," I cried eagerly, for I felt that he could not have read my
thoughts, but had interpreted my looks to have meant satisfaction with
the servants.
And then I took my place, feeling all at once hungry and ready for my
meal.
"I must eat and grow strong," I said. "Dost cannot get to me here, even
if he dared use the same disguise. I must get out of the palace, and
away into the country, and then all will be well."
My hopes were a little dashed directly after, for I felt that I had been
too sanguine. But I brightened up again, for I knew that I could not
succeed all at once, and that I had done wonders towards getting my
liberty by making a beginning.
I quite enjoyed the delicious breakfast they gave me, and felt in high
spirits thinking such a life as the rajah offered me would be glorious
if it could have been accepted with honour, and one could have made sure
that his enemies would not be of his own race.
The meal removed, Salaman informed me that the rajah had sent to know
how I was; and, as I heard his words, there was the excuse ready to gain
time. I might say I was weak and ill. But I did not. I sent word that
I was rested and better.
Salaman sent off his messenger, and then returned to say that a
palanquin and bearers were waiting if I wished to go out about the
gardens and park.
But I declined, preferring to rest for the day, and think. I really was
tired, and a seat in the shade by an open window would, I felt, be far
preferable, so I seated myself, and tried to follow up my early success
with some fresh idea that would help my escape.
I looked down into the court, and watched the goldfish and those of a
deep orange; then I looked down at the men on guard, and wondered
whether they would stop one of the servants of the palace if they saw
him walking steadily out, for that seemed to me the task before me.
I was watching the gate, and picturing myself walking boldly up to the
sentries, when I heard a familiar sound, and leaned out, as there was a
loud trampling of horses, and I knew that a regiment must be passing by.
But I could see nothing, only mentally picture what was going on as I
listened, making out that it must be a very strong body to take so long
in passing, while hardly had they gone before there came the dull
regular tramp of foot, and regiment after regiment went past I wondered
what for, and wished that my window looked right upon the road by which
they passed, knowing full well that a request to that effect would be
eagerly granted by one who would be pleased to see me taking so much
interest in his troops.
So of course I could not ask, only content myself by thinking out what
was going on--whether the men were going to some drill, or whether an
attack was imminent.
My cheeks tingled at this, and my imagination grew busy as I began to
picture the advance of some of our force. All I had been told by the
rajah vanished like mist, and with patriotic fervour I mentally declared
that England could not be beaten so easily as he supposed.
But time wore away, and as the day glided by I grew dull and
low-spirited, for I began to dread a visit.
"He has been busy with his troops," I said; "and to-night he will come
to talk to me."
I was quite right; just at dark the rajah came to greet me smilingly,
and sat down to smoke and chat as freely as if such a question as my
joining his army were quite out of the question. He seemed pleased to
find me so well, and begged me to ask for anything I wished--except
liberty--and ended by telling me how hard he had been at work all day
drilling and reviewing troops.
"They want a great deal of teaching," he said gloomily. "There is
everything in them to make good soldiers, and they are willing to learn,
but there is no one to drill them properly, and make them smart and
quick like the whites."
We were getting on to dangerous ground, and he felt it too, and as if
not to break his word about treating me as a friend, he changed his
position directly, and began to ask my opinion about certain manoeuvres
made by foot regiments, and whether I did not think them a great
mistake.
From that we drifted into the manufacture of powder, and the casting of
shot and shell.
"I mean to have all that done by my people," he said--"in time.
By-and-by I shall cast my own cannon. No, no," he cried merrily; "we
must not talk about guns."
"No; please don't," I said.
"I'll keep my word, Gil," he cried; and as he spoke he looked one of the
most noble gentlemen I ever saw. "Oh yes, I'll keep my word to you,
Gil; but we can talk about soldiering, even if you are not in my
service."
And he went on talking upon that subject with all the keen interest of a
man who was a soldier at heart, and who meant to gather round him an
army which he meant to be invincible.
I am sorry to say that I was very ignorant of the history of India; but
still I had read and studied it a great deal, and I felt that Ny Deen
was of the same type of men as the old warriors who rose from time to
time, petty chiefs at first, but who by their indomitable energy
conquered all around, and grew into men whose names were known in
history, and would never die.
"I tire you," he said at last, after talking eagerly for some time about
raising a regiment of light horse--all picked men, with the swiftest and
best Arab troopers that could be obtained. "Mount them for speed," he
said, "and to harass the advance of an enemy, and keep him engaged when
he is in retreat. Such men, if I can get them drilled and trained to
the perfection I want, will be invaluable. You see, I have plenty of
schemes," he added, with a laugh. "All ambition, I suppose. No, not
all," he continued, earnestly; "for I want my nation to be great, and my
people prosperous and well governed. It is not from the greed of
conquest, Gil, nor the love of blood. I hope it is something better;
but this rising of the peoples of Hindustan is my opportunity. Once the
English are driven out of the country, the rest will be easy."
"Then the English are not driven out?" I said sharply.
"Not quite, boy; but they are at their last gasp. There, Gil, I have
placed myself in your hands. If you betray what I have said to-night,
every one of the chiefs who now help me, and are my allies, would turn
against me, and I should stand alone."
"You have no fear of that," I said quietly. "You would not have trusted
me if you had."
"No," he said, rising, "I should not. So you see what confidence I have
in you. There, I shall leave you now. Go to rest, man, and get
stronger. You are beginning to look weary already."
He held out his hand as I walked with him to the door, and as I gave him
mine, not without a feeling of compunction, for I was playing a double
part, and letting him, as I thought, believe I was settling down, when
he laughed merrily.
"It is of no use," he said.
"I don't understand," I said, colouring like a girl.
"Then I'll explain. You are thinking of nothing else but escaping.
Well, try to get away. There are only curtains before the doors; but
you will find my plans stronger than locks and bolts. Try and grow
contented with your lot, Gil--with the great future that is before you;
for it is greater than you can grasp, boy. There, good night."
He passed through the doorway, and the purdah dropped behind him, while
I stood thinking of his words, and ended by going to one of the windows
and leaning out to gaze at the great stars.
"That is not my fate," I said to myself; and as the cool night-breeze
came softly over my heated forehead, I saw better things in store than
becoming the servant of a conquering tyrant, and I went to my couch more
strongly determined than ever to scheme some way of escape.