They might guarantee the safety of your palace and your men's homes.

They might exact a guarantee from Howrah." Jaimihr laughed aloud, careless of the risk of being overheard, and Rosemary knew that Cunningham's little plan was useless even before it had been quite expounded.

She felt herself trembling for the consequences.
"Sahiba, there is only one condition that would make me ride to the British aid with all my men." "Name it!" "Thou art it!" "I don't understand you, Jaimihr-sahib," she whispered, understanding all too well.
"Follow me.

Come to me in Howrah.

Then whatever these fool Rangars choose to do, I swear by Siva and the Rites of Siva that I will hurry to the Company's aid!" Rosemary McClean shuddered, and he knew it.