“No doubt—like a wise man and a brave one; but there is no lane so long to which there is not a turning, no night so black to which there comes not a morning. Icy winter is followed by merry springtime—grief is often succeeded by joy.”
“Interpret, O riddler!” said I; “Gahagan Khan is no reader of puzzles—no prating mollah. Gujputi loves not words, but swords.”
“Listen then, O Gujputi: you are in Holkar’s power.”
“I know it.”
“You will die by the most horrible tortures to-morrow morning.”
“I dare say.”
“They will tear your teeth from your jaws, your nails from your fingers, and your eyes from your head.”
“Very possibly.”
“They will flay you alive, and then burn you.”
“Well; they can’t do any more.”