The Pathan led Linforth quickly through the groups, and though here and there a man stood in their way and screamed insults, and here and there one walked along beside them with a scowling face and muttered threats, no one molested them.
The Pathan turned to the right, mounted a few steps, and passed under a low stone archway.

Linforth found himself upon a balcony overhanging a great ditch between the Dargah and Taragarh Hill.

He leaned forward over the balustrade, and from every direction, opposite to him, below him, and at the ends, steps ran down to the bottom of the gulf--twisting and turning at every sort of angle, now in long lines, now narrow as a stair.

The place had the look of some ancient amphitheatre.

And at the bottom, and a little to the right of the balcony, was the mouth of an open spring.
"The Prince is here, your Excellency." Linforth looked along the balcony.