“How is it good?” asked the astonished Flora.
“Because it presents a way of escape. Once clear of the Palace, and there is hope. There is none while you remain here. At any moment the King, exasperated by the desperate fighting of the English outside, might take it into his head to order you instant death. You must go with Moghul Singh.”
“Go with Moghul Singh!”
“Yes.”
“You do not make yourself very clear, Zeemit. Where is the advantage to be gained by running from one danger into another?”
“You go from a greater to a lesser danger.”
“But you would not counsel me to sell myself to this man?”
“By the ‘Sacred River,’ no.”
“What is your scheme, then?”
Zeemit pondered for a little while before she answered.