Kathlyn opened the wicker door, closing it behind her.
Clear headed, as Ramabai had said, she recollected the palanquin which had been last to enter the garden of brides.

She ran into the garden, flew to the palanquin just as she heard the leopard crash through the flimsy wicker door.

She reached and entered the palanquin not a moment too soon.

She huddled down close to the door.

The leopard trotted round and round, snarling and sniffing.