The river, that was drifting outward to the ocean, and the moon were the only things that shared the secret of that night with him.
And they guard their secrets well.
"If Mah May wanted the money, I would have given it to her, for I loved her; she need not have left me," Mah Khine said, with a great sorrow and sense of desolate despair in her heart, and tears in her honest eyes, when Moulla Khan told his tale.
She never learnt different—she never will—unless, indeed, the day dawns when the sea shall give up its dead.
THE KING'S PALACE.