"But, Bija," expostulated the little lad, "the princess did tumble down in the story."
"I am not a princess in a story," said Bija calmly, "I am Her Royal Highness Princess Bakshee Bâni Begum."
CHAPTER X
THE NIGHT OF RECORD
So the summer days passed and winter set in once more. Though more satisfied, Foster-father felt still that safety depended on King Humâyon's success or failure.
So, whenever one of the long files of camels tied together in a string, head-and-tail, showed on the hill road above Kandahâr, he was off to the halting-place outside the city to see what news it had collected in its march from Hindustan; for caravans in those days were the postmen.
And sometimes he heard one thing, and sometimes another, but as often as not he returned as he went, without any remedy but patience.
"Anyhow the child grows in stature and strength," Head-nurse would say, "and our present lodging is better than our last!"