The streets were lined with levies, although the Mohammedans assured his Excellency that there was no need for troops.
"We ourselves will keep order," they urged.

Ralston smiled, and ordered up a company of Regulars.

He himself rode out from Government House, and at the bend of the road he met the procession, with the lady from Gujerat at its head in a litter with drawn curtains of tawdry gold.
As the procession came abreast of him a little brown hand was thrust out from the curtains, and the bearers and the rabble behind came to a halt.

A man in a rough brown homespun cloak, with a beggar's bowl attached to his girdle, came to the side of the litter, and thence went across to Ralston.
"Your Highness, the Goddess Devi has a word for your ear alone." Ralston, with a shrug of his shoulders, walked his horse up to the side of the litter and bent down his head.

The lady spoke through the curtains in a whisper.
"Your Excellency has been very kind to me, and allowed me to leave Peshawur with a procession, guarding the streets so that I might pass in safety and with great honour.