human
Unhappy, godless man, cried the King, when several had been read, and others were being examined,
gpt
The letters, my prince, are true; as they are addressed. I have no more to say. Whatever my fate is to be, let it come; I am ready to meet it,
human
And these for Khan Mahomed? The writing in the corner is yours, and the date of receipt is to-day.
gpt
It is my writing; why should I tell a lie? returned Jehándar Beg, sullenly;
human
Enough, replied the King;
gpt
My lord, my prince, whispered the officer of the royal guard, stepping behind the rail in an agitated manner,
human
said the man excitedly;
gpt
Who hath done this? cried the King, starting to his feet, and seizing his sword and shield, which, according to custom, lay before him.
human
The Wuzeer is dead, they say. Is there aught to fear? I move not, Afzool Khan, come what may. If I am to die, let it be here, on my father's judgment-seat. Will ye bear me company?
gpt
To death, to death! exclaimed Afzool Khan.
human
Who dare harm you? Ho! Alla-ool-Moolks, Bhylmees, Dâgtorays, all true men present,--rally round the King, shouted the Khan.
gpt
Deen, deen! and his familiar battle-cry,
human
Futteh-i-Nubbee! (Victory to the Prophet) rang high above the hoarse murmur which had arisen among the assembly. Now, however, those mentioned by the Khan sprang to their feet by scores, and their example was followed by hundreds.
gpt
Deen, Deen!
human
Here is one who brings particulars,
gpt
My lord, the Wuzeer is dead, said the man, sobbing bitterly.
human
They murdered him at the gate. Those who did it went off across the plain, but they were men who had ridden with him. I was upon the bastion over the gate with a few others, and we saw them come rapidly along the road from Allapoor. I knew my lord's piebald horse, and his elephant was following at a little distance. We watched him till he was near the gate; there were only a few of us. There was no one present but a sentinel and one or two others, and a Kullunder Fakeer had spread his carpet just within the walls, and was crying, 'Ulla dilâyâ to léonga!' as passengers threw their cowrees to him. We were descending the steps to present our nuzzurs, when several of the men behind dragged the Wuzeer from his horse, and others on foot, who had been running with him, killed him with a hundred wounds ere he could cry out. What could we do, my lord? Ere we could mount the bastion again the whole had dispersed. We fired on them, but it was no use.
gpt
And what became of the Fakeer?
human
My prince, he stayed with the body, and shut the eyes, replied the man.
gpt
Then, as the Wuzeer's elephant arrived, he told the driver to take up the dead, and we saw him go towards the mosque, crying, as before, 'Ulla dilâyâ to léonga!' Hark! he continued,
human
Ulla dilâyâ to léonga! Ulla dilâyâ to léonga! The cry came nearer and nearer, never changing or faltering in its cadence or time--heard above all other noises and confusion within and without--
gpt
Ulla dilâyâ to léonga!