And while I am gone Moti will love you, Tooni-ji.

Peace be to you!' Mar Singh was still awake when Sunni re-entered the palace.

The wind had come, he said.

Sleep would rest upon the eyelids of Sunni-ji in the south balcony.
It was a curious little place, the south balcony, really not a balcony at all, but a round-pillared pavilion with a roof that jutted out above the city wall.

It hung over a garden too, rather a cramped garden, the wall and the river came so close, and one that had been left a good deal to take care of itself.