“Of a truth I knew!”
She stood in silence for a moment, gazing at the red glow on the skyline, and then turned to read, if she could, what was on the grim, grizzled face of Mahommed Khan.
“The ayah!” he growled. “I have yet to ask questions of the ayah. Have I permission to take her to the other room?”
She was leaning through the window again and did not answer him.
“Who's that moving in the shadow down below?” she asked him suddenly.
He leaned out beside her and gazed into the shadow. Then he called softly in a tongue she did not know and some one rose up from the shadow and answered him.
“Are we spied on, Risaldar?”
“Nay. Guarded, heavenborn! That man is my half-brother. May I take the ayah through that doorway?”
“Why not question her in here?”
The mystery and sense of danger were getting the better of her; she was thoroughly afraid now—afraid to be left alone in the room for a minute even.