THE COMPLETE WORKS OF RUDYARD KIPLING (Illustrated Edition). Rudyard 1865-1936 Kipling
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if they hoped for further entertainment, they must both go with him. 'We will go into the great Durbar Hall,' said the Maharaj Kunwar consolingly to his companion at last, 'and make all the music-boxes play together.'
'I want to see that man shoot,' said Umr Singh. 'I want to see him shoot something dead. I do not wish to go to the palace.'
'You'll ride on my horse,' said Tarvin, when the answer had been interpreted, 'and I'll make him gallop all the way. Say, Prince, how fast do you think your carriage can go?'
'As fast as Miss Kate dares.'
Kate stepped in, and the cavalcade galloped to the palace, Tarvin riding always a little in front with Umr Singh clapping his hands on the saddle-bow.
'We must pull up at Sitabhai's wing, dear,' Tarvin cried. 'You won't be afraid to walk in under the arch with me?'
'I trust you, Nick,' she answered simply, getting out of the carriage.
'Then go in to the women's wing. Give the box into Sitabhai's hands, and tell her that I sent it back. You'll find she knows my name.'
The horse trampled under the archway, Kate at its side, and Tarvin holding Umr Singh very much in evidence. The courtyard was empty, but as they came out into the sunshine by the central fountain the rustle and whisper behind the shutters rose, as the tiger-grass rustles when the wind blows through it.
'One minute, dear,' said Tarvin, halting, 'if you can bear this sun on your head.'
A door opened and a eunuch came out, beckoning silently to Kate. She followed him and disappeared, the door closing behind her. Tarvin's heart rose into his mouth, and unconsciously he clasped Umr Singh so closely to his breast that the child cried out.
The whisper rose, and it seemed to Tarvin as if some one were sobbing behind the shutters. Then followed a peal of low, soft laughter, and the muscles at the corner of Tarvin's mouth relaxed. Umr Singh began to struggle in his arms.
'Not yet, young man. You must wait until--ah! thank God.'
Kate reappeared, her little figure framed against the darkness of the doorway. Behind her came the eunuch, crawling fearfully to Tarvin's side. Tarvin smiled affably, and dropped the amazed young prince into his arms. Umr Singh was borne away kicking, and ere the left the courtyard Tarvin heard the dry roar of an angry child, followed by an unmistakable yelp of pain. Tarvin smiled.
'They spank young princes in Rajputana. That's one step on the path to progress. What did she say, Kate?'
'She said I was to be sure and tell you that she knew you were not afraid. "Tell Tarvin Sahib that I knew he was not afraid."'
'Where's Umr Singh?' asked the Maharaj Kunwar from the barouche.
'He's gone to his mother. I'm afraid I can't amuse you just now, little man. I've forty thousand things to do, and no time to do them in. Tell me where your father is.'
'I do not know. There has been trouble and crying in the palace. The women are always crying, and that makes my father angry. I shall stay at Mr. Estes', and play with Kate.'
'Yes. Let him stay,' said Kate quickly. 'Nick, do you think I ought to leave him?'
'That's another of the things I must fix,' said Tarvin. 'But first I must find the Maharajah, if I have to dig up Rhatore for him. What's that, little one?'
A trooper whispered to the young Prince.
'This man says that he is there,' said the Maharaj Kunwar. 'He has been there since two days. I also have wished to see him.'
'Very good. Drive home, Kate. I'll wait here.'
He re-entered the archway, and reined up. Again the whisper behind the shutter rose; and a man from a doorway demanded his business.
'I must see the Maharajah,' said Tarvin.
'Wait,' said the man. And Tarvin waited for a full five minutes, using his time for concentrated thought.
Then the Maharajah emerged, and amiability sat on every hair of his newly-oiled moustache.
For some mysterious reason Sitabhai had withdrawn the light of her countenance from him for two days, and had sat raging in her own apartments. Now the mood had passed, and the gipsy would see him again. Therefore the Maharajah's heart was glad within him; and wisely, as befitted the husband of many wives, he did not inquire too closely into the reasons that had led to the change.
'Ah, Tarvin Sahib,' said he, 'I have not seen you for long. What is the news from the dam? Is there anything to see?'
'Maharajah Sahib, that's what I've come to talk about. There is nothing to see, and I think that there is no gold to be got at.'
'That is bad,' said the King lightly.
'But there is a good deal to be seen, if you care to come along. I. don't want to waste your money any more, now I'm sure of the fact; but, I don't see the use of saving all the powder on the dam. There must be five hundred pounds of it.'
'I do not understand,' said the Maharajah, whose mind was occupied with other things.
'Do you want to see the biggest explosion that you've ever seen in your life? Do you want to hear the earth shake, and see the rocks fly?'
The Maharajah's face brightened.
'Will it be seen from the palace?' he said; 'from the top of the palace?'
'Oh yes. But the best place to watch it will be from the side of the river. I shall put the river back at five o'clock. It's three o'clock now. Will you be there, Maharajah Sahib?'
'I will be there. It will be a big tamasha. Five hundred pounds of powder! The earth will be rent in two.'
'I should remark. And after that, Maharajah Sahib, I am going to be married; and then I am going away. Will you come to the wedding?'
The Maharajah shaded his eyes from the sunglare, and peered up at Tarvin under his turban.
'By God, Tarvin Sahib,' said he, 'you are a quick man. So you will marry the doctor-lady, and then you will go away? I will come to the wedding. I and Pertab Singh.'
The next two hours in the life of Nicholas Tarvin will never be adequately chronicled. There was a fierce need upon him to move mountains and shift the poles of the earth; there was a strong horse beneath him, and in his heart the knowledge that he had lost the Naulahka and gained Kate. When he appeared, a meteor amid the coolies on the dam, they understood, and a word was spoken that great things were toward. The gang foreman turned to his shouts, and learned that the order of the day was destruction--the one thing that the Oriental fully comprehends.
They dismantled the powder-shed with outcries and fierce yells, hauled the bullock-carts from the crown of the dam, and dropped the derrick after them, and tore down the mat and grass coolie-lines. Then, Tarvin urging them always, they buried the powder-casks in the crown of the halfbuilt dam, piled the wrapped charges upon them, and shovelled fresh sand atop of all.
It was a hasty onslaught, but the powder was at least all in one place; and it should be none of Tarvin's fault if the noise and smoke at least did not delight the Maharajah.
A little before five he came with his escort, and Tarvin, touching fire to a many-times-lengthened fuse, bade all men run back. The fire ate slowly the crown of the dam. Then with a dull roar the dam opened out its heart in a sheet of white flame, and the masses of flying earth darkened the smoke above.
The ruin closed on itself for an instant ere the waters of the Amet plunged forward into the gap, made a boiling rapid, and then spread themselves lazily along their accustomed levels.
The rain of things descending pitted the earth of the banks and threw the water in sheets and spurts. Then only the smoke and the blackened flanks of the dam, crumbling each minute as the river sucked them down, remained to tell of the work that had been.
'And now, Maharajah Sahib, what do I owe you?' said Tarvin, after he