By skilful play and well-used dignity he might contrive to snatch all the credit yet.

He ordered; the pipes and cymbals started up again at once; and, one by one--Maharajah, Jaimihr, high priest, then royal guard, Jaimihr's guard, priest again--the procession wound ahead, jewelled and egretted, sabred and spurred, priest-robed, representative of all the many cancers eating at the heart of India.
Chanting, clanging, wailing minor dirges to the night, it circled all the front projections of the palace, turned where a small door opened on a courtyard at one side, entered, and disappeared..