human
Hillo, I must have overslept! he cried.
gpt
Get the men into order of march, Badan Hazari. I shall be dressed in no time.
human
Do the orders of the Presence for the early start hold good?
gpt
Why not? What in the world is that noise?
human
It is the wailing of the women in the Rajah's camp, sahib. His Highness was found dead by his attendants in the night.
gpt
What! murdered?
human
They say there are no marks of violence, sahib. Hearing no sound from the tent of audience after your honour had left, the servants ventured to peep in, and found his Highness stretched upon the cushions, dead.
gpt
The Protector of the Poor is earnestly entreated to shed the light of his countenance upon the all-prevailing darkness in the camp,
human
I will be there immediately. The start is postponed for the present, Badan Hazari, but strike the tents ready for marching, and get ready a messenger at once to go to Darwan.