Madhu Krishnaghar, with his face one blaze of fury, stood still and called.
"Rama," he called. "Rama, hold," and as the wretched creature, forgetting the animal in his fear, sped past him, Rama curled his trunk swiftly about him and jerked him to a standstill.
Useless to strive against that strength; useless to fight against the gods or raise his voice in shrieking prayer.
For had he not looked upon the unveiled face of his master's woman.
Slowly Madhu Krishnaghar led Leonie up the marble steps and stopped.
"Thou dog," he said gently, "thou low-caste dog!"
Then he drew Leonie into his arms and covered her completely with the heavy coat.
But the man, submitting to fate with the terrible resignation of the
East, let fly one last poisoned arrow.
"The dog goes to his death," he cried. "But behold, the shame of the lord is great, for have not the eyes of the low-caste dog rested upon the woman's face."
"Usko marro! Kill quickly!" thundered the son of princes, and turned indifferently away.