Nor, as the law read, could they lay hands upon this brave young man.

Ai! it was good.

Umballa must look elsewhere for his chief wife; the Mem-sahib would not adorn his zenana.

It was more than good, for now there would be a second ordeal; more amusement, perhaps another miracle.

True, they had taken away the pistols of the white Sahib, but he had his hands.
"Thank you," Kathlyn had said.