What were five thousand drilled, armed men to a king who feared to use them?  Of what use was a waiting countryside, armed if not drilled, if he was not sure that his brother had not won every man’s allegiance?  Being Hindoo, priest-reared, priest-fooled, and priest-flattered, he knew, or thought he knew, to an anna the value he might set on Hindoo loyalty or on the loyalty of any man who did not stand to gain in pocket by remaining true; and, as many another fear-sick tyrant has begun to do, he turned, in his mind at least, to men of another creed —­which in India means of another race, practically-wondering whether he could not make use of them against his own.

Like every other Rajah of his line, he longed to have sole control of that wonderful treasure that had eaten out his very manhood.  Miser though he was, he was prepared at least to bargain with outsiders with the promise of a portion of it, if that would give him possession of it all.  He had learned from the priests who took such full advantage of him an absolute contempt for Mohammedans; and their teaching, as well as his own trend of character, made him quite indifferent to promises he might make, for the sake of diplomacy, to men of another creed.  It began to be obvious to him that he would lose nothing by courting the favor of the Rangars, and of Alwa in particular, and that he might win security by coaxing them to take his part.  Of one thing he was certain:  the Rangars would do anything at all, if by doing it they could harm the Hindoo priests.

But, being of the East Eastern, and at that Hindoo, he could not have brought himself to make overtures direct and go straight to the real issue.  He had to feel his way gingerly.  The thousand horses in his stables, he reflected, would mount a thousand of the Rangars and place at his disposal a regiment of cavalry which would be difficult to beat; but a thousand mounted Mohammedans might be a worse thorn in his side than even his brother or the priests.  He decided to write to Alwa, but to open negotiations with a very thin and delicately inserted wedge.

He could write.  The priests had overlooked that opportunity, and had taught him in his boyhood; in that one thing he was their equal.  But the other things that they had taught him, too, offset his penmanship.  He was too proud to write—­too lazy, too enamoured of his dignity.  He called a court official, and the man sat very humbly at his feet—­ listened meekly to the stern command to secrecy—­and took the letter from dictation.

Alwa was informed, quite briefly, that in view of certain happenings in Howrah City His Highness the Maharajah had considered it expedient to set a guard over the Christian missionaries in the city, for their safety.  The accompanying horse was a gift to the Alwa-sahib.  The Alwa-sahib himself would be a welcome guest whenever he might care to come.