We shall find a stir among the garrisons, and perhaps some visitors in the place.

And at the very worst we might find some fool inquiring about the Nazri Pass.

There was once a man in Bardur who did, but people laughed at him and he has gone." "Where ?" asked the chief.
"To England.

But he was a harmless man, and he is too old to have any vigour." As the darkness grew over the hills the fires were brightened and the curious game of _khoti_ was played in groups of six.

The women came to the house-doors to sit and gossip, and listened to the harsh laughter of their lords from beside the fires.