She asks do you lose yourselves, and do you desire to sell carpet?
She see you from her palkee.

You come see her--yes ?' They followed the stranger, who seemed to have a great many more teeth in his smile than are usual, and he led them through crooked streets to the ranee's palace.

I am not going to describe the ranee's palace, because I really have never seen the palace of a ranee, and Mr Kipling has.

So you can read about it in his books.

But I know exactly what happened there.
The old ranee sat on a low-cushioned seat, and there were a lot of other ladies with her--all in trousers and veils, and sparkling with tinsel and gold and jewels.