Except for herself there might not be a white person in all this sprawling, rugged principality.

From time to time the new mahout turned and smiled at her curiously, but she was too absorbed to note his attentions.
Durga Ram, called lightly Umballa, went directly to the palace, where he knew the Council of Three solemnly awaited his arrival.

He dashed up the imposing flight of marble steps, exultant.

He had fulfilled his promise; the golden daughter of Hare Sahib was but a few miles away.
The soldiers, guarding the entrance, presented their arms respectfully; but instantly after Umballa disappeared the expression on their faces was not pleasing.
Umballa hurried along through the deep corridor, supported by exquisitely carved marble columns.

Beauty in stone was in evidence everywhere and magnificent brass lamps hung from the ceiling.