Camps, Quarters, and Casual Places by Archibald Forbes
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The reading over, the return presents were picked up by an official and bundled over to me without any ceremony, the King meanwhile looking on in silence, chewing betel and smoking a cheroot. Several of the courtiers were following his example in the latter respect. Presently the King spoke in a distinct, deliberate voice-- "Who is he?" Dr. Williams acting as my introducer, replied in Burmese-- "A writer of the _Daily News_ of London, your Majesty." "Why does he come?" "To see your Majesty's country, and in the hope of being permitted to reverence the Golden Feet." "Whence does he come?" "From the British army in Afghanistan, engaged in war against the Prince of Cabul." "And does the war prosper for my friends the English?" "He reports that it has done so greatly and that the Prince of Cabul is a fugitive." "Where does Cabul lie in relation to Kashmir?" |
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