At last, she thought, the end was reached.

Now, indeed, her life and Shere Ali's life would touch no more.

But she was to see him again.

For two days later, as the train which was carrying her northwards to Lahore moved out of the station, she saw from the window of her carriage the young Prince of Chiltistan standing upon the platform.

She drew back quickly, fearing that he would see her.