"Now praised be Allah!" he remarked aloud, with a world of genuine
relief in his voice. "Should she stay fainted for a little while,
that priest--"
He stalked into the middle of the outer room. He set the lamp down
on a table and looked the priest over as a butcher might survey a
sheep he is about to kill.
"Now--robber of orphans--bleeder of widows' blood--dog of an idol-briber!
This stands between thee and Kharvani!" He drew his sword and flicked
the edges of it. "And this!" He took up the tongs again. "There
is none now to plead or to forbid! Think! Show me the way out of
this devil's nest, or--" He raised the tongs again.
At that minute came a quiet knock. He set the tongs down again and
crossed the room and opened the door.
VII.
Mahommed Khan closed the door again behind his half-brother and turned
the key, but the half-brother shot the bolt home as well before he
spoke, then listened intently for a minute with his ear to the keyhole.
"Where is the priest's son?" growled the Risaldar, in the Rajput tongue.
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