own country and i am not a � i am a product � a product that also i owe to you and yours that i cannot make an end to my sentence without quoting from your authors he pulled at the and mourned half half in earnest for the shattered hopes of his youth was always mourning over something or other � the country of which he or the creed in which he had lost faith or the life of the english which he could by no means understand never mourned she played little songs on the j r and to hear her sing o cry again was always a fresh pleasure she knew all the songs that have ever been sung from the of the south that make the old men angry with the young men and the young men angry with the state to the love songs of the north where the swords like angry in the pauses between the kisses and the passes fill with armed men and the lover is torn firom his beloved and cries ai she knew how to make up tobacco for the so that it smelt like the gates of paradise and you gently through them she could strange things in gold and silver and dance softly with the moonlight when it came in at the window also she knew the hearts of men and the heart of the city and whose wives were � and whose in black and white and more of the secrets of the government offices than are good to be set down in this place her maid said that her was worth ten thousand pounds and that some night a thief would enter and murder her for its possession but said that all the city would tear that thief limb from limb and that he whoever he was knew it so she took her and sat in the and sang a song of old days that had been sung by a girl of her profession in an armed camp on the eve of a great battle � the day before the of the ran red and fled fifty miles to with a at his horse s tail and another on his saddle bow it was what men call a and it said � their warrior forces before the the children of the san and fire behind him turned and fled and the chorus said � with them there fought who rides so free with sword and red the warrior youth who his fee at peril of his head at peril of his head said in english to me thanks to your all on the city wall our heads are protected and with the at my command � his eyes � i might be a distinguished member of the local administration perhaps in time i might even be a member of a council don t speak english said bending over her afresh the chorus went out from the city wall to the blackened wall of fort which the city no man knows the precise extent of fort three kings built it hundreds of years ago and they say that there are miles of rooms beneath its walls it is peopled with many ghosts a of garrison and a company of in its prime it held ten thousand men and filled its with at peril of his head sang again and again a head moved on one of the � the gray head of an old man � and a voice rough as skin on a sword sent back the last line of the chorus and broke into a song that i could not understand though and listened intently what is it i asked who is it a consistent man said he fought you in when he was a warrior youth you in and he tried to fight you in if but you had learned the trick of blowing men in black and white from guns too well now he is old but he would still fight if he could is he a then why should he answer to a if he be � or said i i do not know said he has lost perhaps his religion perhaps he wishes to be a king perhaps he is a king i do not know his name that is a lie if you know his career you must know his name that is quite true i belong to a nation of i would rather not tell you his name think for yourself finished her song pointed to the fort and said simply hm said if the pearl chooses to tell you the pearl is a fool i translated to who laughed i choose to tell what i choose to tell they kept in said she they kept him there for many years until his mind was changed in him so great was the kindness of the government finding this they sent him back to his own country that he might look upon it before he died he is an old man but when he looks upon this his country his memory will come moreover there be many who remember him he is an interesting said h on the city wall pulling at the he returns to a country now full of and political reform but as the pearl says there are many who remember him he was once a great man there will never be any more great men in india they will all when they are boys go after strange gods and they will become citizens � fellow citizens � illustrious fellow citizens what is it that the native papers call them seemed to be in a very bad temper looked out of the window and smiled into the dust haze i went away thinking about who had once made history with a thousand followers and would have been a but for the power of the supreme government the 