"My mother reproaches me as a degenerate son of my father, and sides with the Brahmins, who hate me and my rule."

"Because you wish to improve your people," said Hulton.

"Exactly. And because I wish to be friends with the Company, and march with the times. She wishes to do what my father would have done, she tells me--oppose the advance of the Company and help to drive them back into the sea, and go back to the old days of tyranny, superst.i.tion, and vice."

"Which would be folly. She cannot have any idea of the British power."

"She is a woman," said the Rajah sadly--"one of our women, brought up in ignorance and seclusion. Help to drive the English into the sea! It is absurd."

"Yes," said Hulton; "absurd. As the enemy of the Company, the result would be that your raj would be lost. As the Company's friend, you will always reign and your country will progress."

"All this I know," said the Rajah; "but, as I told you, my mother sides with the Brahmins, who feel that under the new order of things they will lose their horrible, tyrannical hold upon the common people, and keep them in ignorance and slavery no longer."

"And what about the Rajah of Singh?"

"I fear it is by the invitation of people near me that he has declared war. It is hard, when one tries for the good, to find enemies springing up on all sides."

"And friends too," said Hulton.

"Yes," said the Rajah, smiling, "and brave friends. Yesterday I was in despair, for I thought the help I had asked from the Company would never come. Now I live again, and am content."

"Is the Rajah of Singh very strong?"

"Just about as strong as I should be were all here faithful to me; but there are so many that I cannot trust. With you here, though, I feel his equal."

"I'm afraid," said Hulton quietly, "that the Rajah, your enemy, will lose his possessions, for in declaring war against you he has declared war against the Company; and if we are not enough to defeat him, more and more will be sent until the task is done."

"You make me live again," said the Rajah excitedly. "I always felt that the English would see justice done, and it would be an injustice for another to take the country I inherited from my fathers."

"Certainly it would, and you have nothing to fear, sir."

"You will not be offended if I speak and say something that is in my mind?"

"Of course not, sir. What is it?"

"I thought the number of troops my English friends have sent were very few."

"Yes, but they are highly-trained men, sir; and there are the guns. But I understood, on leaving Roumwallah, that more troops with heavier guns were to follow."

"It is good," said the Rajah, smiling with satisfaction.

Then coffee and pipes were brought, in which Hulton and the Rajah indulged; and in good time the elephant was brought round, and, after many expressions of friendship on the part of the Rajah, his guests returned to the old palace which had been turned into a barrack for the time.

"Well," said Wyatt before d.i.c.k retired for the night, "how are you, O festive one?"

"Tired out, and want to go to sleep," said d.i.c.k, yawning.

"Oh, come! none of that nonsense," cried Wyatt. "Here have you been feasting on cake and wine, drinking sublime coffee, and smoking rose-water hubble-bubbles, while I have been hard at work, shaking the men down into their quarters, and giving orders about the stowing of the baggage; and now, when I want to hear a little about your sports and pastimes, what's what, and the rest of it, you yawn in my face and want to go to sleep."

"Can't help it."

"You must help it. Wine good?"

"Didn't like it. Sickly, sweet stuff."

"Victuals and fruit?"

"Splendid."

"And the coffee?"

"The nicest I ever tasted."

"Then I'll go next time. Did you smoke?"

"Of course not."

"Well, what about the state of affairs here?" d.i.c.k told him as nearly as he could everything that had pa.s.sed.

"Hah! Then we shall have some fighting."

"Think so?"

"I do, my boy. This Rajah Singh will be kept well informed about our coming, and you will see that he will strike at once before more troops come. He'll think, as the Rajah does, that we are so few that the sooner he begins the better; and, if he gives us a chance, he'll catch a tartar. He doesn't know what our troop can do."

"We are few, though," said d.i.c.k thoughtfully.

"Yes, we are few; but that doesn't matter. We only want plenty of room.

By the way, though, d.i.c.ky, the city seems to be pretty strong with its big walls. I hadn't time to see much more than we did when we rode in, but I had a peep. As for this old palace, there's plenty of water, and, given enough provisions and forage for the horses, we could stand a siege; for it is a fortification in itself--only one entrance, and that through those big gates. Take it altogether, I think we are in for some fun."

"Yes; it looks bad," said d.i.c.k.

"Bad, you young heathen! Then why, in the name of common-sense--why did you turn soldier? Here we are with plenty of friends, and a splendid suspicion of danger sandwiched in amongst them in the shape of conspirators like mamma, the dowager, and her Brahmin friends."

"Yes; we noticed several of those scowling at us as we went to the palace."

"Hulton said something of the kind just now, but I couldn't get much out of him. He was grumpy and thoughtful. I don't think he much likes the idea of what he has to do. He's brave enough, but I think he likes to be led better than leading others. There, go to bed."

"Thank you; I will," said d.i.c.k eagerly.

"You may sleep soundly for I shall visit the posts to-night and see that no one goes near the ammunition with a light."

"Where is it, then?" said d.i.c.k anxiously.

"Just below these rooms. I was obliged to have it put there temporarily. We'll make one of the places across the yard there a magazine to-morrow. Good-night."

"Good-night," said d.i.c.k, who had suddenly grown wakeful.

"You shan't be blown up, d.i.c.ky," continued Wyatt; "we can't spare you."