“Then, listen. I can help you to escape now. I have a rope that is long enough to lower you over the parapet. I am prepared to risk the consequences, but I want to bargain with you for aid for my Countrymen.”
Jaimihr did not answer.
“The Alwa-sahib and his Rangars stand pledged to help your brother!”
“I guessed at least that much,” laughed Jaimihr.
“They would not help you against him under any circumstances. But they want to ride to the Company's aid, and they might be prepared to protect you against him. They might guarantee the safety of your palace and your men's homes. They might exact a guarantee from Howrah.”
Jaimihr laughed aloud, careless of the risk of being overheard, and Rosemary knew that Cunningham's little plan was useless even before it had been quite expounded. She felt herself trembling for the consequences.
“Sahiba, there is only one condition that would make me ride to the British aid with all my men.”
“Name it!”
“Thou art it!”
“I don't understand you, Jaimihr-sahib,” she whispered, understanding all too well.