human
He has outridden me and reached this place first! she cried.
gpt
See his weakness, his deathly aspect. What but four days and nights of riding could account for it?
human
What does my friend Jirad Sahib require of me? he asked mildly.
gpt
At his command I have risen from my bed, weak and faint with illness though I am. My servants tell me that my brother is dead. Is my blood desired also?
human
Your brother died calling upon you to spare him,
gpt
And is the life of a man to hang upon the cry of a terrified child? asked Sher Singh, with the same dignified meekness.
human
Nay, if he cried out 'Brother!' would he not say the same to any man of Granthi stock? Jirad Sahib knows our customs, and that it is our wont to speak thus to one another.
gpt
The matter must be properly tried, said Gerrard.
human
Your Highness sees --he turned to the Rani--
gpt
I have asked for no trial, she cried;
human
I demand justice. Here to his face I accuse Sher Singh of having ridden secretly to Agpur and murdered my son, his brother, and then returned hither in haste that he might give the lie to my words. Who is on my side? Who will slay this wretch for me? Jirad Sahib?
gpt
Maharaj, I can do nothing until the whole matter has been inquired into and fairly decided.
human
Oh, words, words! such as the English ever speak, and do nothing until it is too late! You then, soldiers of Partab Singh Rajah! Will you see your king's son murdered unavenged? Avenge me on his murderer!
gpt
Sher Singh Rajah! Sher Singh Rajah!
human
Will you set this wretch before my eyes on the _gaddi_ from which he has swept his father and his brother? she shrieked.
gpt
Can the heavens look down on such a sight of shame, and not grow black?
human
I am not wise, he said, and a laugh answered him,
gpt
And thou sayest well, brother! burst from the soldiers.
human
Sher Singh Rajah! We will set him on the _gaddi_, and by the might of the Guru! if the English interfere, we will fight them. Out of the tumult in the ranks a high thin voice rose above the rest.
gpt
Back to the zenana, shameless one! Wilt thou disgrace thy lord, as she of Ranjitgarh doth daily?