These two come with me.

Shall I wait and let the mob come in to fetch me forth ?" But Yasmini had had time now in which to recover her self-possession, and she was in no mood to be out-generaled by any man whom she had once tricked so badly as to win his secrets from him.

Her ringing laugh was an answering challenge, as she stood with one hand holding an arm of the throne in the attitude of royal arrogance.
"Good! Let the mob come! I, too, can manage mobs!" Her voice was as arresting as his, although hers lacked the clamorous quality.

There was no doubting her bravery, nor her conviction that she could deal with any horde that might come surging through the gates.

But she was not the only woman in the room by more than ninety-nine and certainly ninety-nine of them were not her servants, but invited guests whom she had coaxed from their purdah strongholds partly by the lure of curiosity and partly by skilful playing on their new-born aspirations.
Doubtless her own women knew her resourcefulness and they might have lined up behind her to resist the mob.