His uncle was in charge of river traffic this day. As Chief of Police it was his duty to see that all the small boats kept to one side of the river, leaving the other clear for the great Rajah's procession. And Rhamon had been invited to ride with his uncle!
Not only that, but Rhamon was wearing his beautiful rose-colored suit with the gold embroidery on it, a splendid new turban, and best of all, a pair of fine red slippers with turned-up pointed toes—a gift from his friend Aziz, the shoemaker. He was fairly bursting with pride and happiness.
The river was alive with boats of every kind. Officers and other important people sat in fine shikaras, resting back on silken cushions. They were on their way to greet the Maharajah before he entered the city.
Rhamon sat proudly in the boat with his uncle. The Chief of Police looked bigger and more important than ever. His turban was larger, his uniform was finer and his moustache
