Gil the Gunner Part 71

"After all," I mused, "he may not think me well enough, and then there will be a respite. If he does say I am to go, well, I suppose it will be to a prison."

I could not help feeling low-spirited, and the more so that on the other hand there was the temptation offered to me of going straight to a palace, and taking up at once my position, boy as I was, as the rajah's most trusted leader of his troops.

The time went slowly on, and I sat expecting to hear the jingling of the escort's accoutrements; but hour after hour pa.s.sed, it would soon be sundown, and then there would be another day's respite.

Salaman had made great preparations, and I was astonished at their extent, for I had not thought it possible so elaborate a meal could be prepared out there in the forest; but when I made some remark thereon, he only smiled and said--

"I have only to give orders, my lord, and messengers bring everything I want; but it is all in vain, the sun will sink directly, and his highness has given up coming to-day."

Almost as he spoke, my heart beat, for in the distance there was the sound of a horse galloping.

"A messenger," cried Salaman, excitedly, "to say his highness cannot come."

I felt that he must be right, for, though I listened, I could hear no more. It was evidently only one horse. He was not coming that day.

I uttered a sigh of relief, and strained my eyes to watch the opening between the trees, through which directly after a handsomely dressed horseman cantered, sprang from his steed, and threw the rein to an attendant, after which he marched up to me, and bowed low as he approached, to say only two words, which drove away all the hopes I had been nursing.

"His highness!" he said, and I knew then that he was the avant-courier who had galloped on to announce his lord's coming. After which he stepped on one side and drew his sword, to stand on guard waiting for the rajah's entry.

For a time, as I strove hard to be firm and ready to meet the greatest enemy I had, I listened vainly for some sign of his drawing near, but for a long s.p.a.ce there was nothing but the customary bird-cries from the forest. At last, though, there was the unmistakable sound of approaching cavalry, and feeling firmer, I still sat with my eyes fixed upon the narrow opening, schooling my lips to utter the final word, "No," when he should come and repeat his offer.

"He will not kill me," I said to myself, "only put me in prison to make me weary and glad to accept his offer; but he does not know how obstinate I can be."

The open s.p.a.ce surrounded by trees was now flooded with the rich orange light of sundown, and as I listened to the approach of horse, and saw a troop of showily dressed men ride in, I could not help a lingering sensation coming over me, and the temptation would, I felt, be a hard one to battle.

But first one and then another party rode in, till quite a hundred men had formed up, with their dress looking brilliant in the sun's horizontal rays. But there was no rajah, and I had begun to wonder at his non-appearance on his favourite Arab.

The wonder pa.s.sed away directly after, for all at once there was a peculiar soft tread and rustling that was very familiar, sounding quite distinct from the heavy sharp trampling of horse, and directly I saw the painted head and gilded tusks of an enormous elephant come from among the trees. Its head was covered with a scarlet cloth, heavily fringed with gold, upon which sat its white-robed mahout, and the rest of the housings were also of the same brilliant red, embroidered and fringed most heavily with gold, the trappings completely hiding the huge animal's sides, while the ropes which secured the ma.s.sive silver howdah were also twisted and ta.s.selled with the rich yellow metal, much of which was used to compose the rails and front of the canopied structure in which the rajah was seated, completing what was a dazzling object towering far above the magnificently dressed spearmen who marched by the elephant's side, and the army of richly uniformed bodyguards who rode behind.

The rajah had been lavish enough in his dress before, but on this occasion he far outshone all previous display. Pearls and diamonds encrusted his breast, and his draped helmet, with its flowing white aigrette, was a perfect blaze of jewels, from whose many facets the setting sun flashed in a way wonderful to behold at every movement of the ponderous beast he rode.

But the gorgeous procession was not yet complete, for, as the rajah advanced, two more splendidly caparisoned elephants appeared, bearing a couple of venerable-looking officials simply dressed in white, their marks of distinction being their n.o.ble presence, and what seemed to be stars of emeralds and diamonds in the front of their large white turbans.

I at once supposed these grey-bearded old men to be a couple of the rajah's counsellors, but I had no time for further examination of the gorgeous retinue, for, with the exception of the rajah and his nearest attendants, all halted, while the great elephant came forward, till, at a word from its sedate-looking mahout, it stopped just before where I stood, curled up its trunk, uttered a loud trumpeting sound, and then softly knelt down.

As it subsided, and rested there, motionless, with its gorgeous trappings now touching the ground, there was a quick movement amongst the spearmen, who formed up on either side, four of them raising their arms to enable their august master to descend.

But he did not avail himself of their help. Stepping lightly out of the howdah, and slowly placing one foot on a kind of step, suspended by gold cords, he sprang to the ground, and then advanced towards me with a grave smile, his followers prostrating themselves on either side of the n.o.ble-looking figure, while I alone stood erect, and gave him my hand, thinking the while how plain and shabby I looked in the face of all this grand display.

CHAPTER FORTY TWO.

I remember feeling a kind of angry contempt for the magnificently dressed men who bowed down before this eastern potentate, and I believe I drew myself up stiffly in face of all this abject humility. I suppose it was pride--the pride of race; of one who knew that these were a conquered people, men of an old-world, barbaric civilisation, which had had to bow before the culture and advance of England; and in the midst of all the gorgeous display of show and wealth, I could not help, as I clasped hands with the rajah, thinking of the syce, Ny Deen, standing patient and humble by our barracks at Rajgunge, ready to spring forward obediently at Lieutenant Barton's call.

As the rajah grasped my hand with friendly warmth, I glanced round at his followers, expecting to see looks of contempt directed at me; but every face was fixed in one solemn, respectful stare, and all drew back, so as to form a half-circle before us, while the rajah led me to the tent, making way for me to enter first, and then following.

I could feel my face flush a little, and it was impossible to help a kind of self-consciousness at the honour paid me; for it was plain enough that the rajah was not only treating me before his followers as his friend, but as one whom he was seeking to place next him in authority.

"Hah!" he said, smiling, as he seated himself, after making a sign that I should follow his example; "I am glad there are refreshments. I am hungry after a long, tiring day. You are better?"

"Yes," I said; "much better and stronger."

"Your face tells it before your lips," he said, as we began our meal, with half a dozen attendants gliding rapidly about us, but so silently that we hardly realised their presence till they handed curry, or some other carefully prepared dish.

For some time scarcely anything was said beyond matters relative to the dinner, the journey he had made, and the elephant he had ridden; but I was holding myself ready for what I knew must follow as soon as the servants had left the tent; and as soon as we were alone it came, as I antic.i.p.ated.

"Well, Gil," he said familiarly, as he leaned back and began to smoke from the great pipe Salaman had ignited and placed ready to his hand, "what do you think of those of my people whom you saw this evening?"

"They make a good display," I replied, "and seem to hold you in great reverence."

"They do," he said, without a shadow of conceit. "They believe in me because they know that for their sakes I suffered a kind of martyrdom, going, as I did, amongst your people to serve in the lowest state, and all to help free my country."

I was silent.

"You do not share their admiration," he said, with a laugh.

"How can I?" was my reply. "You tried to rise by the downfall of me and mine."

"And I have risen, and they have fallen," he said firmly. "But you have not--you rise with me."

I was silent.

"I am going to present you to my people this evening, by-and-by, when they have eaten and rested. My servants are waiting for you in the little tent at the back."

"Waiting? What for?" I said in surprise.

"You will see," he said, smiling. "Oh, well, there need be no reserve or form between us. You have been badly wounded, and you are dressed as one who has suffered. I have had more worthy garments brought for the great chief and brave young warrior, my friend."

"My own uniform?" I said sharply.

"Yes; of your own design," he said quietly.

"No, no; I mean my own--the Company's uniform."

"A n.o.ble uniform," he said warmly; "because it is stained with a brave swordsman's blood. I have it still, but it is cut, torn, and spoiled, Gil. It is something to have--to treasure up as one would a good weapon that has done its duty."

"I must wear that or none," I said firmly.

"No," he replied gravely, as he leaned toward me; "you will never wear the Company's uniform again. The great Company has pa.s.sed away, as other great powers have pa.s.sed before."

The fierce words rose to my lips to say that this was nothing, for my people were; fighting hard to recover lost ground, but I checked myself.

I did not want to insult a brave man who was my friend, neither did I wish to show that I had had news of the state of the country, so I said quietly--

"I told you last time that what you wish is impossible."

He frowned, but smiled again directly.