human
Ask him now, Duffadar Sahib, said Fazil,
gpt
Now may his tongue rot who says so, replied the wounded man, looking wildly about him.
human
But thou art safe, Meah!--and did they escape?
gpt
Who?
human
Tannajee Maloosray, the friend of Sivaji Bhóslay, returned Bulwunt.
gpt
People know of him, perhaps!
human
Tannajee Maloosray? Thou art dreaming, friend, said the Duffadar, with an incredulous smile.
gpt
Tannajee dared no more enter Beejapoor than--than----
human
Than you, good sir, dare go to him, I suppose, said Fazil, ending the sentence.
gpt
Nevertheless, he was here, and but for a mischance would have been lying dead there.
human
Tannajee here! mused the Duffadar;
gpt
he said to the young Khan,
human
Willingly, replied Fazil.
gpt
I could not leave him now, nor till his wound is dressed. As for myself, I am Fazil, the son of Afzool Khan, though I may not tell why I am disguised as an infidel, and why found in this place; suffice it to say it was in the King's service.
human
Now may I receive my lord's pardon, cried the old man, presenting humbly the hilt of his sword as an offering.
gpt
Why did he not tell me sooner, and this offence and presumption would have been spared? Who among us does not know the valiant Afzool Khan, and have not all heard of his son Fazil Khan, the pillar of the state?
human
Give me some water, said Fazil.
gpt
This dress and appearance are against me, Duffadar, he continued, laughing;
human
I know you, my lord, said a youth who pressed forward, as Fazil turned again to the light from the door where he had been washing his face.
gpt
Yes, father, he continued to the Duffadar,
human
Too dangerous, too dangerous, said the Duffadar,
gpt
No matter if I had died, cried Fazil,