“Shall I or shall I not be avenged?” cried the Ranee.
“Let him be whipped!” said the Rajah.
A strong man stepped forward.
He bore a thick whip.
And he lashed Kara across the back, again, and again, and again.
Kara stood there, and never made a move, and never uttered a sound.
“You are not hurting him!” cried the Ranee. “You are not trying to hurt him! He does not feel it! Give me the whip! Let me punish him.”
The Ranee sprang up from her couch, and seizing the whip from the hands of the servant, herself began to brutally lash the body of the unfortunate Kara.
The flesh was ripped and torn.
The blood streamed down his limbs.