"A Fakeer says he must see you, my lord," said Goolab to Afzool Khan, as he sat quietly in his accustomed seat after the evening prayer. "He is in the court at the door, and will take no denial. He will not go away, but cursed frightfully when we said you were tired, and were resting in private."
"A Fakeer, Goolab! Do you know him?"
"All he says, master, is 'Ulla dilâyâ to leea,'" replied the woman, "and he declared he would cut himself with a knife and throw his blood upon us if we did not tell you. Hark! there is a shout."
"Ulla dilâyâ to leea!"
The Khan did not delay. "I know him, Goolab," he said. "Go, and say I come."
"Bid every one depart hence," said the man as Afzool Khan approached him, attended by several servants. "What I have to say to thee brooks no listeners. There," he continued, when all had gone; and flinging down the bloody scarf at the Khan's feet, "look, it is his blood who would have been true, but for him who went to hell before him. Here is his last request to thee, Afzool Khan, for he trusted thee only, of all this city. Take them, I have done his last bidding."
"His seal and these papers, Syn. More treason, perhaps. Did he say aught of them?" said the Khan.
"Only that they belonged to his house, and I should give them to you; and he died like a brave man as he was."
"Yes, as he was, Syn," echoed the Khan sadly—"as he was. And thou hast buried him? Else——"
"I have cared for that; it doth not concern thee, Khan."