"Aye, but of Ahmad Khan. At the raising of whose hand doth he obey without question"?
The Rani slowly raised her hand and held it outstretched before her.
A dart of racial jealousy pierced the Hindu noble's breast.
"Ah!" he exclaimed. "It is perhaps well thus, for the moment."
The Rani's arm fell lightly to her side.
"It is well for all time, so long as we are united," she returned, with significant emphasis.
Prasad moved a step nearer and spoke almost in a whisper.
"What of the Foreigners? Do they suspect a rising"?
"They are in doubt, but rely implicitly upon the fidelity of their Native troops."