No rajah that day, which was, I think, the longest I ever spent. Toward afternoon I summoned Salaman.
“Look here,” I said. “I am sure the rajah does not wish me to be treated as a prisoner.”
“No, sahib.”
“Then give me my sword again.”
“Thy servant has it not,” replied Salaman.
“Then fetch me another.”
“His highness gave me no commands.”
“But I do,” I said simply. “Let me have one at once.”
“Thy servant grieves that he must disobey my lord,” said the man humbly. “He cannot do this thing.”
“Go!” I said angrily, though I knew the man was not to blame.