"Durro mut, Sahib! Do not fear, sir. Those are Durro Mut Sahib's babies and the elephant is their playmate."
And as he spoke Wargrave saw the elder child spring up from the ground and beat the great animal's legs with his tiny hands, crying:
"Mujh-ko bhi, Badshah! Mujh-ko bhi! Uth! Uth! (Me too, Badshah! Me too! Take me up!)"
And the baby held aloft was crowing in glee and kicking its fat little legs frantically. The elephant lowered it tenderly to the ground and picked up the boy in its stead and lifted him into the air, while he laughed and clapped his hands. The two mahouts raised their palms respectfully to their foreheads and cried to their animals:
"Salaam kuro! (Salute!)"
And the two trunks were lifted together in the Salaamut, the royal salute given to Kings and Viceroys.
Frank's mahout explained.
"Gharib Parwar (Protector of the Poor), the pagan ignorant Hindus around here say that the elephant is a god. Aye, and that his master, Durro Mut Sahib, is one too. That's like enough. Well, Allah alone knows the truth of everything. But those two are more than mere man and animal, that is certain. Mul, Moti! (Go on, Pearl!)"
And he kicked his elephant under the ears with his bare feet to quicken her pace. But Frank bade him stop. Despite the man's optimism he could not believe it wise to allow tiny tots like that to play with such a huge, clumsy animal. He was sure that their mother would be horrified if she knew it. He loved children, and felt that it was madness to allow these babies to continue their dangerous pastime.
"Have they a mother?" he asked the mahout.