His hair was wild.
But his eyes—
His eyes were like the eyes of a faithful dog that has tried to lick the hand of its master, and has been rewarded with a kick.
Kara did not look at the Ranee.
He only looked at the Rajah.
“Kara, what thing is this that I hear—” began the Rajah.
“Let him be whipped!” said the Ranee.
“Kara, what demon possessed you that you should—” began the Rajah.
“Let him be whipped!” cried the Ranee.
“Kara—after all these years—” began the Rajah.