That is the time-honored custom of the East; obedience is one thing--argument another--both in their way are good, and both have their innings.

"Bring her to me--nay!--keep her at a decent distance--so!--am I dirt for her broom ?" He sat and scowled at her, and the old woman tried to hide more of her protruding bones under the rag of clothing that she wore; she stood, wriggling in evident embarrassment, well out in the sun.
"What willst thou steal of mine ?" the Prince demanded suddenly.
"I am no thief." Bright, beady eyes gleamed back at him, and gave the lie direct to her shrinking attitude of fear.

But he had taken too much opium overnight, and was in no mood to notice little distinctions.
He was satisfied that she should seem properly afraid of him, and he scowled angrily when one of his retainers--in slovenly undress--crossed the courtyard to him.

The man's evident intention, made obvious by his manner and his leer at the old woman, was to say something against her; the Prince was in a mood to quarrel with any one, on any ground at all, who did not cower to him.
"Prince, she it is who ran ever with the white woman, as a dog runs in the dust." "What does she here, then ?" "Ask her!" grinned the trooper.

"Unless she comes to look for Ali Partab, I know not." He made the last part of his remark in a hurried undertone, too low for the old woman to hear.
"Let her earn her meal around the stables," said the Prince.