Now I make pretence of agreement, for at the worst it will be but a few meals eaten away from thee.

Then I will slip away and follow down the road to Saharunpore.

Therefore, Holy One, keep with that Kulu woman--on no account stray far from her cart till I come again.

Past question, my sign is of War and of armed men.

See how they have given me wine to drink and set me upon a bed of honour! My father must have been some great person.