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 So she shall go with a lifter's dower, my turquoise

studded rein, My broidered saddle and saddle-cloth, and silver

stirrups twain.'

The Colonel's son a pistol drew and held it muzzle- end, .'Ye have taken the one from a foe,' said he; 'will

ye take the mate from a friend ? ' 'A gift for a gift,' said Kamal straight; 'a limb for

the risk of a limb. Thy father has sent his son to me, I'll send my son

to him! ' With that he whistled his only son, who dropped

from a mountain-crest He trod the ling like a buck in spring and he looked

like a lance in rest. ' Now here is thy master,' Kamal said, ' who leads a

troop of the Guides, And thou must ride at his left side as shield to

shoulder rides. Till Death or I cut loose the tie, at camp and

board and bed, Thy life is his thy fate it is to guard him with thy

head. And thou must eat the White Queen's meat, and

all her foes are thine, And thou must harry thy father's hold for the

peace of the Horde r line, And thou must make a trooper tough and hack

thy way to jxjwer Belike they will raise thce to Rcssaldar when I am

hanged in 1'eshawur.'

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