Those dancing chaps are going in, too.
What caste would those dancers be, Ramabai ?" "Pariahs, quite possibly; probably brigands." The rim of the sun was sinking rapidly as Bruce drew his elephant to a halt before the gate of the white walled city.

The guard ran out, barring the way.
"I am Ramabai, a friend of Bala Khan.

I am come to pay him a visit.
Direct me to his house or his palace." The authority in Ramabai's voice was sufficient for the guard, who gave the necessary directions.

The party continued on into town.

It was an odd place for a walled city.