Atmâ - A Romance by Caroline Augusta Frazer
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and as Atmâ encountered the gaze of her bold black eyes, he remembered
the sneer of Lehna Singh. "Come near," she commanded; "you come to me from our good friend, Lehna Singh. Let me hear what word you bring from him." "I come, Maharanee," replied Atmâ modestly, "to obey your behests in all things, but especially to undertake a perilous mission, which I am assured will result in benefit to the faithful adherents of the Khalsa, as well as to the interests of your highness and the Maharajah." "I have heard," said the Ranee, "much of your devotion, courage, and unswerving integrity, which render you peculiarly fitted for an enterprise requiring singular daring and fidelity. Lehna Singh has not scrupled to say that peril of life itself will even be welcome to so brilliant a spirit." Her mocking tone brought the blood to Atmâ's cheek, he scarce knew why. "It is the high calling of a Sikh," said he, "to encounter danger, and by the sword to confirm the Khalsa." "It is a training that makes good soldiers," returned the Ranee, "but as my claims may prove less potent than those of the Khalsa, I promise that on your successful return you shall receive from my hands rare and costly jewels, and gold whose yellow lustre will bid the treasuries of the world to open." "On the other hand," interrupted Rajah Lal, "remember that if we are betrayed, from that moment you are surrounded by countless and powerful |
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