And Lotus Flower started to perform the Dance of the Cobra.
She swayed from side to side.
She darted to and fro.
She floated backwards and forwards.
Slowly at first.
Then faster and faster.
Finally she stopped.
“Is that the end of the Dance of the Cobra?” asked Captain Lawrence.
“No,” said the Maharajah, “that is only the beginning.”
Lotus Flower had been nerving herself for the ordeal.