"What meant that shout?" asked Tara, when Ram Deen returned home an hour later.
"Congratulation to thy Lumba Deen (long legs) for a trifle of money and some little honor as salve for a broken bone, Light in Darkness."
"What honor?" she inquired, eagerly.
"But the money was the greater, my Star——"
"Now, nay, my lord trifles with me. The honor, the honor!" she demanded.
"And if I were to tell thee that they have made me Thanadar of this Zemindaree?"
"'Tis but thy due, my lord; and thou hast but prepared the way for thy man-child. Said I not many moons ago that he should be Thanadar of Kaladoongie one day!"
"See to it that he is brave and strong, Heart of my Heart, else were he better dead."
"I will help her in the bringing up of thy son," said a tall woman,—she of the muffled face,—coming into the room; "and he shall be worthy of thee, who art now as great as thou hast been always good."