He stooped for it.
"Since you will not bend, break!" he said, and left the chamber, cold with fury.
Kathlyn sank weakly upon her pillows as Pundita ran to her side.
"What shall I do, Pundita ?" "God knows, Mem-sahib!" "Are you a Christian ?" "Yes." And so they comforted each other.
[Illustration: So they comforted each other.] There was a garden in the palace grounds, lovely indeed.

A fountain tinkled and fat carp swam about in the fluted marble basin.

There were trellises of flowers, too.

Persian roses, despite the fact that it was still winter.

It was called the garden of brides.
Kathlyn, attended by Pundita, awaited there the coming of Umballa and the council.