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 visit to Rakiya Begum is watched. As I entered the fort from the Jumna I heard the clank of arms, and saw Imperial troops ambushed on the other side of the river. And more I tell you, Prince, and I speak in all candour to one who has favoured me with his attention, Mihr-un-Nissa is a true and faithful wife and will never be false to her wedded lord. We part now as friends, my Prince—and we part for ever."

"We part now," said Selim, after a moment of reflection, "but we part not for ever."

A long, low whistle sounded through the silent corridors of the palace. Both Selim and Mihr-un-Nissa started on their feet; they knew the import of the whistle too well. A rush of feet on the marble pavement outside the room, the gleam of sabres and dirks in the dim light of the stars, a few muffled groans in the distance, and all was still. The night wind once more blew over silent halls and shady gardens, and the waters of the Jumna far below gently lapped the walls of the fort. Prince Selim's eunuchs had been disarmed, and those who were not killed on the spot were reserved for punishment.

The silence was broken once more. From across the river came the ominous sound of muskets. Selim's horsemen had been surrounded by the Imperial troops. The Prince listened to the sound and trembled from head to foot. Brave over his wine cups and pampered in luxury, Prince Selim had inherited as little of his father's cool determination as his generosity and far-sighted wisdom. Cruel and vindictive in the hour of triumph, he quailed at the first alarm in the hour of danger. And as he still listened to the sound of the distant musketry he