human
Surely, Khan, was the prompt reply,
gpt
I could hardly refuse your going yourself, if you asked; but it is better you stayed. Men's tongues are bad, and I am only a humble man. Verily I will send my own son Ashruf, and he will do the errand carefully. He is gone--that is, my son Ashruf--my lord, to see the barber home, and will be here directly. A brave youth, O Khan, and with a large heart. Does my lord remember the Friday's fight with the Moghuls in the plain by Allapoor? Well, in that my boy did good service, and in killing one of the enemy got a sharp cut himself over the arm, but he did not care for it; and was he not fighting on the strength of the King's salt?
human
Indeed, I remember it well, Duffadar, returned Fazil,
gpt
Ay, Meah, that very day, he said faintly;
human
Nay, fear not, replied Fazil;
gpt
I do not fear, Meah. Death has no pain or regret for me. My only wish was to die in the service of your house. I am the last of my race, and have no one to mourn for me like thee, Meah! I would live for thee if it be the will of God; and but for this, death would be welcome.
human
Peace! do not speak, friend, returned Fazil;
gpt
None perhaps of life, Meah; but this arm, which was all I had to live for, it will never hold sword more, Meah--never, never!
human
Fear not, cried the Duffadar cheerily;
gpt
I have worse wounds on me than that, Rao Sahib, and yet my arm can strike a blow for the Shah; so be comforted, and get to sleep.
human
If I had only slain him, he said,
gpt
This is the youth of whom I spake, Khan Sahib, said the Duffadar;