The boy-King looked at him keenly. "Aye!" he said shortly, "and to go on is Life. I must remember, as he said. Forward! gentlemen!"
CHAPTER V
The day of delight has come and the wind brings scent
Of musk and rose and lilies and peppermint.
Oh! day of delight pass slow!
God's flowers must blow.
The day of despair has come and the wind brings dust
To bury the flowers; the song of the birds is hushed.
Oh, day of despair pass swift!
Let God's clouds lift.
The days of despair and delight have come;
Ah, me! I care not away from my home.
The days of God pass swift and slow.
Allah-i-hu--allah-i-ho!
Ashrâf the Exiled.
Old Isân-daulet, who had been Queen-regent to all intents and purposes during Babar's absence, welcomed him back to Andijân somewhat charily. She had sent for him in a hurry when news came that the Turkhâns of Samarkand had revolted against Baisanghâr, captured that prince by stratagem, and put Mirza Ali his younger brother on the throne.