'
Perhaps nobody has told you why the English are called Sahibs in
India. It is because they rule there.
The Maharajah's face went all into a pucker of angry wrinkles, and
his eyes shone like little coals.
'What talk is that?' he said angrily. 'His great-grandfather was a
monkey! There is only one master here. Pig's daughter, his name
is Sunni!'
Tooni did not dare to say a word, and even the little prince was
silent.
'Look you,' said the old man to Sonny Sahib. 'Follow my son, the
Maharajah, into the courtyard, and there do his pleasure. Do you
understand? FOLLOW him!'
CHAPTER V
'Sunni,' said Moti, as the two boys rode through the gates of the
courtyard a year later, 'a man of your race has come here, and my
father has permitted him to remain. My father has given him the
old empty jail to live in, behind the monkey temple. They say many
curious things are in his house. Let us ride past it.'
In his whole life Sunni had never heard such an interesting piece
of news before--even Tooni's, about the Maharajah's horseman, was
nothing to this. 'Why is he come?' he asked, putting his little
red Arab into a trot.
'To bring your gods to the Rajputs.'
'I have no gods,' declared Sunni. 'Kali is so ugly--I have no
heart for her.
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