"Is that my sister ?" he asked eagerly, "is she a nice little girl like Rasalu's bride ?" Head-nurse laughed.

"Nice enough I'll warrant, though I never saw her; she has been since she was born, six years past, with her mother's people; but so long as they send no fine ladies of nurses with her she is welcome." Little Prince Akbar stood up and stretched himself, and looked at Head-nurse critically.
"Akka will welcome her, and Akka will tell you to be her nurse, and Akka will swing her a great big swing." So far as he was concerned _that_ settled the question; but up at the Court there were endless questionings of heart.

Prince Askurry was, as ever, in two minds as to what he should do.

Cruel brother Kumran, who was Governor at Kabul, pressed his advice to stand firm, to send the child to him, to let him show King Humayon that paid Persian troops could not stand up against Indian ones.

But Princess Sultanum had really become fond of the little Heir-to-Empire, and felt sure that if they only played their cards carefully the king, out of gratitude, would consent to a betrothal between his son and her little daughter Amina.
And in the end the wife's counsel prevailed.