"What then? Bismillah! we are rich: the spoil of the Kaffir dogs who come to Cabul has made us happy."
Zoolficar's almond-shaped eyes glistened with covetousness on hearing this. He reflected: the Dooranees were not quite five hundred strong, and he could bring a thousand Tartar horsemen into the field; hence, why might not all this plunder so freely spoken of, and these slaves, two of whom he had seen (and they were so white and handsome!), be his?
"You propose to remain here for some days, aga?" he resumed, seating himself cross-legged, and playing with the silken tassel of his sabre.
"Yes."
"Waiting for orders from Ackbar Khan?"
"Yes."
"His final firmaun, I think you said?"
"Yes."
"To advance or retire?"
"Yes."