Mahommed Gunga—who knew quite well—saw fit to translate the question. With a little sign of irritation Alwa growled his answer.
“He says, sahib, that for the safety of two Christian missionaries, for whom he has no esteem at all, he was forced to swear allegiance to a Hindoo whom he esteems even less. He says that his word is given!”
“Does he mean that he would like me and the missionaries to leave his home at once—do we embarrass him?”
Again Mahommed Gunga—this time with a grin—saw fit to ask before he answered.
“He says, 'God forbid,' sahib; 'a guest is guest!'”
Cunningham reflected for a moment, then leaned forward.
“Tell him this!” he said slowly. “I am glad to be his guest, but, if this story of rebellion is true—”
“It is true, sahib! More than true! There is much more to be told!”
“Then, I can only accept his hospitality as the representative of my government! I stay here officially, or not at all. It is for him to answer!”
“Now, Allah be praised!” swore Mahommed Gunga. “I knew we had a man! That is well said, sahib!”