My mother said we all had the stamp of truth over our hearts." The sentry shrugged his shoulders.

"That is not much in this wicked world," he said carelessly.

"And anyhow it matters little if either or both of you be Kings, since ye are in cruel Kumran's power." "Not till my Dearest-Lady returns," dissented little Akbar gravely.
"Head-nurse said so; and if cruel Uncle Kumran is to get me, Dearest-Lady _won't_ come back.

I _know_ she won't--so there!" And, as events turned out, the Heir-to-Empire was right! But a few days afterwards a messenger, bearing a blue handkerchief in his hand--the sign of death tidings to the Royal Family--appeared in hot haste before the nobles assembled in the Audience Hall.
"News! News!" he cried breathlessly.

"Cover your heads with dust, ye people, while ye thank the Merciful One that Khanzada Khanum of the House of Babar hath found freedom, that after a long and godly life she hath found rest and peace.