human
Thy hand has touched my lips--put it upon my head, and swear by thy father not to harm me,
gpt
I swear by my father not to harm thee, Pahar Singh: only be thou henceforth faithful to thy King's salt,
human
Enough, returned Pahar Singh, removing them, pressing them again to his forehead, and kissing them reverently;
gpt
I will be true to thy salt, O King; but speak to no one of me, and wait patiently till I come--I may have news for thee. A fakeer's rags and a beggar's cry admit me everywhere--'Ulla dilâyâ to léonga'[6]--by night or by day, wherever thou art, in durbar or zenana, whenever you hear it--admit me, or order me to be confined, and send for me--I shall bawl loudly enough. If I come not in two days, do not doubt me; but stir not in this matter till I arrive--it may be very soon, I cannot say. Now cover thy face; they come,