_AT THE HOUSE OF AHMAD KHAN_
The house of Ahmad Khan, with numerous out-buildings, was situated
in a large compound, pleasantly shaded by willows, and overlooking
the placid waters of the lake that stretched over a wide expanse
to the eastward of the city. Both externally and internally its
atmosphere suggested the impression that the owner was not averse to a
comfortable, even a luxurious retreat after the hardships and dangers
of his military exploits.
If the stables filled with high-bred chargers, the walls decorated
with a splendid collection of trophies, and the large retinue of armed
servants unmistakably emphasized the profession of Ahmad Khan; the
shaded halls, luxurious divans, and the soft rugs woven in rich colored
arabesque patterns, told that he possessed other tastes than those
pertaining to the field of battle.
To Prasad he remarked these evidences of another life apologetically.
"For Ahmad Khan, O Prasad," he said, "the step of a mosque, or the bare
ground for a sleeping place is enough; a bowl of rice and a cup of the
coffee he has learned to drink in foreign lands sufficient provender;
but for those who honor his roof with their presence, he is bound by
the law of Islam to provide more generous entertainment."
"Truly," returned Prasad, as his eyes wandered over the handsome
furnishings of the house. "Truly if thou keepest all these things
solely for the benefit of thy guests, thou must indeed be a prince of
hospitality."
Ahmad consigned his friend to the care of a skillful barber, who, for
an hour previous to the evening meal, deftly shaved, perfumed, and
assisted in attiring the Hindu noble's person in garments befitting one
to whom the Lord of the House desired to extend the greatest honor.
In order to avoid the least semblance of offense to his guest's
susceptibilities, Ahmad had ordered the dishes of the repast to be
prepared separately, those from which Prasad was to partake being
cooked by a Brahman. For a similar reason water was served by one of
that caste.
The meal was sumptuous, both in the display of gold and silver plate,
and in the long succession of courses spiced to tempt the palate of an
Oriental epicure.
Prasad's ill humor was plainly marked in his meagre appetite. Savory
dishes, of which he would, under ordinary circumstances, have partaken
with avidity, he barely tasted. Others, he let pass without even
inserting his fingers to test their quality.
"Come," cried Ahmad, at the conclusion of the banquet, "thou shalt now
drink of the choicest of the _Giours'_ spirits. I warrant that after
the first cup thy peace of mind will be restored. Thou wilt forget past
disappointments in the happiness of the present."
Wine for Prasad's benefit, and coffee for the Mohammedan were then
served. _Hookahs_ were set before them and lit by obsequious servants.
Prasad cast restraint to the winds and drank deeply, while his
companion watched him craftily, encouraging his libations. But the
insidious spirits of the Foreigners, looted from their bungalows, only
served to intensify his dejection.
"Accursed life," he muttered. "What am I, that I should submit so
tamely to the fickle humor of the Rani"?
"Patience, good friend, a little patience," returned Ahmad assuagingly,
yet with an added sting.
"Dost Ali is but a passing fancy. Forget him in the pleasure of
the moment. Drink, and thou wilt surely feel a new man before the
_Mollah's_ voice at sunrise, calls the Faithful to their devotions."
He raised his hand as a signal to an attendant, a heavy curtain was
drawn back and a group of musicians, accompanied by dancing girls
arrayed in yards upon yards of silken drapery, entered the apartment.
They advanced to the divan upon which the two nobles sat languidly
drawing from their _hookahs_ and _salaamed_ deferentially. The
musicians then seated themselves in a half circle in front of the
divan, while the girls awaited the first bars from the instruments.
Presently an inspiring air rose in the chamber, the girls assumed
individual poses, and the _natch_ commenced.
Their graceful actions, glancing steps, and sensuous attitudes,
frequently called forth words of praise from the Mohammedan; but
Prasad's gloomy thoughts remained unconquered.
"Surely thou art hard to please," remarked Ahmad, as the girls retired
for a brief rest.
"Thou knowest the distemper of my mind," replied the other sullenly.
"Aye, but wait," exclaimed Ahmad. "The jewel that shall bring fire into
thine eyes hath not yet appeared."
He again gave a signal. The curtain was once more withdrawn. Upon the
polished surface of a slab of ebony, uplifted upon the shoulders of six
stalwart _harkars_, Ganga, the star of _natch_ girls, was borne into
the room.
For a moment, even Prasad's gaze rested approvingly upon the seductive
form of the famous dancer. Her supple figure, attired in elaborately
embroidered shawls, and colored silken skirts, artistically disclosed,
one beneath another, was displayed with an effect well chosen to
captivate those whom it was her profession to enthrall. Flowers adorned
her hair. Her neck, arms, and ankles were ornamented with jeweled
trinkets.
Upon the _harkars_ halting before the divan, she raised her arms above
her head, and assumed a graceful pose. In a low, fascinating tone, she
commenced a dreamy song of love. Presently her feet caught the rhythm
of the music, and to the accompaniment of tiny silver bells attached to
the bangles on her wrists and ankles, she portrayed by her actions, in
turn, the passions of love, hope, jealousy and despair.
From time to time Ahmad uttered exclamations of satisfaction. Prasad,
in spite of himself seemed to be fascinated by her charm.
[Illustration: "Didst thou mark that languorous glance she cast on
thee"?--Page 105.]
Ahmad quickly noticed his guest's brightening humor.
"What did I tell thee," he whispered insinuatingly. "Miserable indeed
would be the man whose soul was insensible to the eyes of such a one.
Didst thou mark that languorous glance she cast on thee"?
Prasad sighed heavily.
"I grant you," he replied, "with but one exception, she hath a
matchless form. At any other time she might have made a fair
impression. Now, chains bind my soul about a thankless vision."
The girl finished her part by lightly springing from her elevated
position, and prostrating herself before the nobles.
Ahmad took from his waistband a handful of gold coins and tossed them
to the girl.
"Take them, O Ganga," he cried. "By _Allah_! Thou hast almost performed
a miracle. Thou hast found favor in the eye of the inconsolable."
A slight note of sarcasm marked the Mohammedan's concluding sentence.
Far into the night the two nobles watched the repeated efforts of the
dancing girls, stimulated by cups of wine, to outdo their previous
displays of art. But after the first surprise on beholding Ganga's
charms, Prasad relapsed within his cloud of dejection.
At last, the early shafts of dawn penetrated the reed blinds and
mingled their light with that of the silver lamps suspended from the
roof; a warning that the moment of sunrise was at hand. Twittering of
awakened birds, and the voices of men and beasts proclaimed for the
multitude the passing of the hour from rest to labor.
Prasad rose wearily from his recumbent position.
"Ahmad," he exclaimed. "In truth, I feel as if I may be sick. Perchance
thou wilt not be obliged to resort to subterfuge in my behalf."
Ahmad turned a penetrating look toward his guest.
"Thou wilt not attend the ceremony of to-day"? he asked.
"As thou advisest," returned the other. "Do what thou thinkest best
for me. I am sick with love, with jealousy, with I know not what, for
yonder Rani."
He turned and slowly made his way toward one of the exits from the room.
Ahmad also rose to a standing posture.
From the balcony of a minaret near by, the voice of a _Mollah_
resounded through the clear atmosphere.
"There is but one God and Mohammed is the Prophet of God."
Ahmad strode from the room to a porch facing the west. He knelt and
reverentially bowed his forehead to the pavement.
"Thanks be to God," he murmured devoutly, "for the countenance He
turneth toward His servant."
Then he uplifted his face to the brightening heavens. He stretched
forth his arms above his head, as he cried in a deep, sonorous voice:
_"Allah! Allah! Allah"!_