She is quite different, you know, from any one else in the world.

Isn't she, Roy ?" The Rajput lad passed his hand over his forehead.

"Mine was, Most Noble! I should know her again if I ever saw her, but I never shall." "Say not that, boy," said the sentry, who, despite his roughness, had a kind heart and was touched by the sorrow in Roy's voice.

"I have an old comrade down Suryamer way and I will speak to him of thee and see what he says; then who knows but----" Little Akbar interrupted him gravely.

"It is as God chooses.