This philosophy was as subtle as the perfume of a rose, unspoken, even
at the moment a floaty thought. Like their small hands and their erect
air of free-men, the Rajput atmosphere, it had grown into their created
being, like the hunting instinct of a Rampore hound.
The merchant, smoking his _hookah_, having eaten, observed with keen
satisfaction the evening devotions of the supposed mendicants. As it
grew dark their guru was offering up a prayer to the Holy Cow, for she
was to be worshipped at night. The merchant's appreciation was largely
a worldly one, a business sense of insurance--safety for his jewels and
nothing to pay for security--men so devout would have the gods in their
mind and not robbery. When the jamadars, and some of the Bagrees who
were good story tellers, and one a singer, did him the honour of coming
to sit at his camp-fire he was pleased.
"Sit you here at my right," he said to Hunsa, for he conceived him to
be captain of the Raja's guard.
Sookdee and the others, without apparent motive, contrived it so that a
Bagree or two sat between each of the merchant's men, engaging them in
pleasant speech, tendering tobacco.
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