Your Highness has enemies in Chiltistan.

The news of the melons and the bags of grain is spread abroad, and jealousy is aroused.

For there are some who wish to lead when they should serve." "The son of Abdulla Mohammed," said Shere Ali.
Ahmed Ismail shrugged his shoulders as though the son of Abdulla Mohammed were of little account.

There was clearly another in his mind, and Shere Ali was quick to understand him.
"My father," he said quietly.

He remembered how his father had received him with his Snider rifle cocked and laid across his knees.