Make an end of me at once or leave me to rot here, my answer will always be the same.

I will not become a dishonorable tool.

You have offered me freedom and jewels.

No; I repeat, I will free all slaves, abolish the harems, the buying and selling of flesh; I will make a man of every poor devil of a coolie who carries stones from your quarries." Umballa laughed.

"Then remain here like a dog while I put your golden daughter on the throne and become what the British Raj calls prince consort.