"Aye, sahib!" said the Rajput huskily. "I said before, I am thy man. I come. I obey!"
"Obey, do you?" Monty laid both hands on the Rajput's shoulders, struck him knee against knee without warning and pressed him down into a squatting posture. "Then obey when I order you to sit!"
The Rajput laughed up at him as suddenly sweet-tempered as a child.
"None other could have done that and not fought me for it!" he said simply. "None other would have had the strength!" he added.
Monty ignored the pleasantry and turned to Maga, so surprising that young woman—that she gasped.
"Bring him food at once, please!"
"Me? I? I bring him food? I feed that black—"
"Yes!" snapped Kagig suddenly. "You, Maga!"
Maga's and Kagig's eyes met, and again he had his way with her instantly. Peter Measel, standing over by the door, looked wistful and sighed noisily.
"Why should you obey him?" he demanded, but Maga ignored him as she passed out, and Fred nudged me again.