"Lads all—war—O I die of thirst!"
Aesha? poured the sherbet in?to his mouth.
"'Tis? no use—fighting—peace."
Ka?tlu Khan ?stopped. Jagat Singha ma?de no reply. The fo?rmer remained fixing? his? gaze on the Prince's fac?e, expect?ant of a reply. Not recei?ving any, he said with an effort,
"Refuse?"
"If the Pathans ?acknowledge? the supremacy of the Emperor," the Prince s?aid, "I can promise to try for peace."
"Orissa?"—said Katlu Khan in a half articulate voice.
"If my endeavours do not fail," returned the Prince, understanding h?im, "your sons will not be deprived of Orissa."
The features of Katlu Khan, which had been befo?re writhing in the agonies of death?, brightened up with joy. He sai?d,
"You—free—?God—good."
Jagat Singha was going away, when Aesha bent down her head, and said something to her father. Katlu Khan first looked at Khwaja Isa, and t?hen at? the departing Prince. Khwaja Isa said to the Prince,
"Perhaps the N?abab has something more to say."
The Prince returned.
"?Your? ear," said Katlu Khan.
The Prince understood. He drew closer ?to the dying person, and brought his ear near to? the lips of Katlu Khan.
"V?ira,"—said he still more ?indistinctly.
He paused a little, and then went on,
"Vir?endra Sin??gha—O! I thirst!?"
Ae?sha aga?in poured ?the drink into his mouth.
"Virendra Singha's daughter"—
