"His feet are even now itching for the treadmill." The colonel was taken to one of the palace chambers, given a tub and fresh clothing.

Outside in the corridors guards patrolled, and there were four who watched the window.

He was a king, but well guarded.
Well, they had crowned him, but never should Umballa, through any signature of his, put his hand into the royal treasury.

Besides, this time he had seen pity and sympathy in the faces of many who had looked upon his entrance to the city.

The one ray of comfort lay in the knowledge that faithful Ahmed lived.
He dared not think of Kathlyn.