'And thou must make a trooper tough and hack thy

way to power—

'Belike they will raise thee to Ressaldar when I am hanged in Peshawur.'

They have looked each other between the eyes, and there they found no fault,

They have taken the Oath of the Brother-in-Blood on leavened bread and salt:

They have taken the Oath of the Brother-in-Blood on fire and fresh-cut sod,

On the hilt and the haft of the Khyber knife, and the Wondrous Names of God.

The Colonel's son he rides the mare and Kamal's

boy the dun,

And two have come back to Fort Bukloh where

there went forth but one.

And when they drew to the Quarter-Guard, full

twenty swords flew clear

There was not a man but carried his feud with the

blood of the mountaineer.

'Ha' done! ha' done!' said the Colonel's son.

'Put up the steel at your sides!

'Last night ye had struck at a Border thief-tonight 'tis a man of the Guides!'

Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the two shall meet,

Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat;

But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed,

nor Birth,

When two strong men stand face to face, tho' they come from the ends of the earth.

THE LAST SUTTEE

Not many years ago a King died in one of the Rajpoot States. His wives, disregarding the orders of the English against suttee, would have broken out of the palace had not the gates been barred. But one of them, disguised as the King's favourite dancing-girl, passed through the line of guards and reached the pyre. There, her courage failing, she prayed her cousin, a baron of the court, to kill her. This he did, not knowing who she was.

UDAI CHAND lay sick to death

In his hold by Gungra hill.

All night we heard the death-gongs ring
For the soul of the dying Rajpoot King,
All night beat up from the women's wing
A cry that we could not still.

All night the barons came and went,
The lords of the outer guard:
All night the cressets glimmered pale
On Ulwar sabre and Tonk jezail,
Mewar headstall and Marwar mail,

That clinked in the palace yard.

In the Golden room on the palace roof

All night he fought for air:

And there was sobbing behind the screen,
Rustle and whisper of women unseen,
And the hungry eyes of the Boondi Queen
On the death she might not share.

He passed at dawn-the death-fire leaped
From ridge to river-head,

From the Malwa plains to the Abu scaurs:
And wail upon wail went up to the stars
Behind the grim zenana-bars,

When they knew that the King was dead.

The dumb priest knelt to tie his mouth
And robe him for the pyre.

The Boondi Queen beneath us cried:
'See, now, that we die as our mothers died
'In the bridal-bed by our master's side!
'Out, women!-to the fire!'

We drove the great gates home apace:
White hands were on the sill:

But ere the rush of the unseen feet

Had reached the turn to the open street,

The bars shot down, the guard-drum beat-
We held the dove-cot still.

A face looked down in the gathering day,
And laughing spoke from the wall:
'Ohé, they mourn here: let me by—
'Azizun, the Lucknow nautch-girl, I?
'When the house is rotten, the rats must fly,
'And I seek another thrall.

'For I ruled the King as ne'er did Queen,"To-night the Queens rule me!

'Guard them safely, but let me go,

'Or ever they pay the debt they owe

'In scourge and torture!'

She leaped below,

And the grim guard watched her flee.

They knew that the King had spent his soul
On a North-bred dancing-girl:

That he prayed to a flat-nosed Lucknow god,
And kissed the ground where her feet had trod,
And doomed to death at her drunken nod

And swore by her lightest curl.