More and more as the fight fluctuated from round to round the people and the country of Chiltistan claimed its own.
The soldier represented even those youths at his side, whose women must on no account be insulted.
"Why should they be respected ?" he cried to himself.
For at the bottom of his heart lay the thought that he had been set aside as impossible by Violet Oliver.

There was the real cause of his bitterness against the white people.

He still longed for Violet Oliver, still greatly coveted her.

But his own people and his own country were claiming him; and he longed for her in a different way.

Chivalry--the chivalry of the young man who wants to guard and cherish--respect, the desire that the loved one should share ambitions, life work, all--what follies and illusions these things were! "I know," said Shere Ali to himself.