'Don't be alarmed, Bimal,' said my husband, as he left us.
When I went to the window I saw my husband galloping away on horseback, with not a weapon in his hands.
In another minute the Bara Rani came running in. 'What have you done, Chotie darling,' she cried. 'How could you let him go?'
'Call the Dewan at once,' she said, turning to a servant.
The Ranis never appeared before the Dewan, but the Bara Rani had no thought that day for appearances.
'Send a mounted man to bring back the Maharaja at once,' she said, as soon as the Dewan came up.
'We have all entreated him to stay, Rani Mother,' said the Dewan, 'but he refused to turn back.'
'Send word to him that the Bara Rani is ill, that she is on her death-bed,' cried my sister-in-law wildly.
When the Dewan had left she turned on me with a furious outburst. 'Oh, you witch, you ogress, you could not die yourself, but needs must send him to his death!....'
The light of the day began to fade. The sun set behind the feathery foliage of the blossoming Sajna tree. I can see every different shade of that sunset even today. Two masses of cloud on either side of the sinking orb made it look like a great bird
