human
Come on, my son, cried the Khan cheerily;
gpt
he continued, twisting up his moustaches,
human
Moro Trimmul,
gpt
Ay, that was it--thanks, friend; and what hast thou done, my son?
human
I have taken him!--that Moro whom ye sought, returned Fazil,
gpt
Now Alla be praised! cried the Peer,
human
Alive and unhurt, Huzrut.
gpt
Are you sure it is he? asked Pahar Singh.
human
There are as many Moro Trimmuls as there are Tannajee Maloosrays!
gpt
Your nephew says it is. He, and a humpbacked servant or retainer of yours, both knew him,
human
Yes, uncle, cried Gopal Singh, who now joined the group,
gpt
Go, bring him up, said Afzool Khan;
human
Good, my lord; my nephew will go for him, if a Hindu may be trusted,
gpt
Certainly, replied the Khan,
human
And the women, Meah?
gpt
Not yet, he replied;
human
What women?
gpt
Two who were with him, replied his son.
human
I will tell you of them afterwards.
gpt
Embrace me, son, said the Khan, before he seated himself,
human
Yes, he has permitted his servants to do vengeance on the infidels, said the Peer, interrupting Afzool Khan;
gpt
Protection of God! cried Fazil;
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Not the temple, Meah--not the temple, returned the Peer, rubbing his hands together complacently.
gpt
It would take a good deal of gunpowder to blow it up, and we have none; but for the rest, the work was well done. Inshalla! they will not be able to renew their devil-worship; and when the King, on whom be peace, gives permission, I--I, Peer Syud Bundagee--will come and destroy this house of idols, and build a mosque upon it; and true believers will be feasted with cow's flesh slain within its precincts. Ul-humd-ul-illa, who hath given us the victory!
human
Father, said the young man gravely,
gpt
Even so, my son, and thank God for it; and I have vowed to give a thousand rupees to the work, in memory of the victory,
human
And thou hast no congratulation for thy father, Fazil?
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O father, a thousand that thou art safe through last night, cried Fazil,
human
No rejoicing for victory over the infidels? asked the priest, with a sneer.
gpt
Thou hast a rare sympathy with them, I know, Meah Sahib; is this seemly in a Mussulman?
human
Not with rebels, not with the King's enemies, returned Fazil quickly;
gpt
Well, son, replied the Khan,
human
Will you come with me, Pahar Singh? said the young man;
gpt
Yes, I will come, said the chief, rising, and sighing as he replied;
human
Keep the prisoner till I return, father, continued Fazil;
gpt
I would fain hear what he says for himself.
human
If thou wilt go, son, return quickly, replied the Khan,
gpt
I would rather see the worst with my own eyes, father, replied Fazil,
human
he added to Pahar Singh, who waited for him,
gpt
I attend you.
human
He will be vexed at what he finds, said the Khan when Fazil was gone;
gpt
Ay, true, replied the Peer;
human
He will not care about the men, said the Khan, musing abstractedly,
gpt
Ameen! said the Peer,