One night the Rajah came out and, seeing him pacing up and down, asked him who he was.
“Why, I am he whom you engaged as a servant.”
Hardly had he spoken when a loud cry echoed through the grounds, and a voice said: “I am going on, I am going on!”
“What is that?” asked the Rajah.
“I do not know,” said the man, “but I hear it every night.”
“Go and find out,” returned the Rajah. So the man turned to do his bidding.
Now the Rajah was very curious, and, quickly wrapping himself in his coat, quietly followed his servant.
Outside the garden gate sat a figure covered and clothed in loose white garments.
On approaching it the servant said: “Who are you?”
“I am Time,” replied the figure, “and hold the Rajah’s life, which is now nearly over.”