“But who dare do this in defiance of the King?”
“I.”
“You!”
“Yes.”
“So, so,” Jewan muttered musingly. “I think I gather your meaning now. And yet I am not quite clear what you would propose to do, after she had escaped.”
“The plan is simple. I go to Delhi. I seek out this woman. I pretend to be touched with some feeling of pity. I offer to aid her in escaping. She accepts that offer. She walks out of one trap into another. Once free from Delhi, she can be re-captured by you, and secretly conveyed away, so that the King shall no more find her.”
“I like your plan,” Jewan added, after a pause; “but there is danger in it.”
“Danger! How so?”
“If the King were to get to know that I had had a hand in this, it would be my ruin.”
“But how would he get to know? I should not tell him, and the Feringhee woman could not.”