THE ROYAL UMBRELLA That night even Roy the Rajput, who as a rule woke every hour to see to his little master's safety, slept sound.

And so did the others, though they sat up till Foster-father crept in to the tent about midnight, after having seen the Royal Fugitives safely over the Persian border.

Of course, there was nothing but miles on miles of snowy mountains before them, nothing but long struggle and privation to be hoped for; still they were out of India, out of an enemy's country.

For which Heaven be thanked! So they wrapped themselves in their quilts and lay down to rest with hearts eased for the time of immediate anxiety.
Head-nurse, however, began at once, after her wont, to make plans for resuming some of the courtly ways which hurry had made impossible.

The gold embroidered royal red umbrella was one thing she was determined to have.
But who was to hold it over the Royal Infant?
Roy would get tired of it during a long march.