The Prince frowned.
"If it doesn't, I will increase Virendra Singha's bloody torrent." His eyes flashed fire.
"I go then"—replied Osman. "I have done my duty. You will learn Katlu Khan's intention by some messenger."
A messenger came after a while. He was dressed like a soldier; he was of a rank above that of the foot-soldier. Ho had with him four armed foot-soldiers.
"What's your message?"—asked the Prince.
"You will have to change your quarters, Sir," said the man.
"I am ready, Sir, proceed," said the Prince and followed him.
CHAPTER XII.
THE SINGULAR ORNAMENT.
A great festivity was come—the celebration of Katlu Khan's anniversary. Dancing and drinking, mirth and frolic, feasting and alms-giving filled the day. The night was even more jovial. It was just past sunset. The fort was a-blaze with light. Every creek and corner was filled with officers, soldiers, courtiers, servants, beggars, drunkards, actors, actresses, dancers, dancing-girls, musicians, jugglers, fruiterers, vendors of perfumes, betel sellers, vendors of various kinds of food, of various products of art, &c., &c. Wherever you went, you came upon illumination, music, fragrant waters, betels, flowers, jugglery and prostitutes. It was partly the same with the inner apartments.
