A patch of moonshine touched her temple.

Silently he stooped and laid a kiss upon the hand, then crept over to Ahmed and lay down with his back to the Mohammedan's.
After a while the hand clutching the howdah blanket slid under and finally nestled beneath the owner's chin.
But Winnie could not sleep.

Every sound brought her to an upright position; and to-night the palace seemed charged with mysterious noises.

The muttering of the cockatoo, the tinkle of the fountain as the water fell into the basin, the scrape and slither of sandals beyond the lattice partitions, the rattle of a gun butt somewhere in the outer corridors--these sounds she heard.

Once she thought she heard the sputter of rifle shots afar, but she was not sure.
Kit, beautiful Kit! Oh, they would not, could not let her die! And she had come into this land with her mind aglow with fairy stories! One of the leopards in the treasury corridors roared, and Winnie crouched into her cushions.