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"The white queen of Allaha, whom mine own eyes saned at the

durbar there!" he murmured "By the shroud of the prophet what can

this mean? Stop!" he called to the soldiers Kathlyn looked up dully

"Convey her to his highness the Kumor!" The prince should decide what

should be done with her

The Kuazed upon Kathlyn with

eyes which sparkled evilly, like a cat's

"Who is this woman?" he demanded

"Highness, she is the white queen of Allaha, but who may say that she

is here?" with a smile as evil as his master's

"But how came she here?"

The horseman briefly recounted the events as he had seen them in the

capital of Allaha

"Who are you, lish, for, like all

potentates, little or great, in India, he spoke English It presented

the delectable pasties; for, from Bombay

to Calcutta, from Peshawar to Madras, India seethes, conspires and