“This, heavenborn, is my half-brother, son of a low-born border-woman, whom my father chose to honor thus far! The dog is loyal!”
“Salaam!” said Ruth, with little interest.
“Salaam, memsahib!” muttered the shabby Rajput. “Does any watch?” demanded the Risaldar in Hindustanee. “Aye, one.”
“And he?”
“Is he of whom I spoke.”
“Where watches he?”
“There is a hidden passage leading from the archway; he peeps out through a crack, having rolled back so far the stone that seals it.” He held his horny fingers about an inch apart to show the distance.
“Couldst thou approach unseen?”
The Rajput nodded.
“And there are no others there?”