“Did the rajah say when he was coming again?” I said to Salaman, as he was about to go.
“No, my lord; he—”
“Don’t say ‘my lord’ to me,” I cried pettishly. “I am only an English officer.”
Salaman smiled.
“I will obey in everything; but you are his highness’s greatest friend, and he said I was to treat you as if you were his brother. How can I call you less than ‘my lord’?”
“Well, what did he say?”
“That he would be back soon, and that I was to make you strong enough to ride away with him upon your horse.”