Hafiz did as he was told, and as soon as he was seated beside Helena he whispered—
"I've just left him."
"How is he?"
"Firm as a rock. He sent you a message."
"What is it?"
"'Tell her,' he said, 'that great love conquers death.'"
"Ah!"
At the next moment Helena's hand and Hafiz's found each other in a fervent clasp, and sweetheart and foster-brother sat together so until the end of the inquiry.
Presently the Judges of the Court entered and took their places at the table that had been prepared for them—one full Colonel and four Lieutenant-Colonels of mature age, from different British regiments.
"They look all right, but white hairs are no proof of wisdom," muttered the Princess.