"Above the water-gate?" said Kettle. "Queer, but the same thing occurred
to me, too. You'd feel a bit lonely stuck up there getting sun-dried."
"I'll marry her."
"You'd better spread a bit more politeness about," Kettle advised. "It
will be all the more comfortable for you afterward if you do." And so
Wenlock, with desperation nerving him, poured out all the pretty
speeches which he had in store, and which he had looked to use to this
very woman under such very different circumstances. But he did not even
suggest taking his future spouse back to England.
She, too, when she graciously pardoned his previous outburst, mentioned
her decision on this matter also.
"I am Emir here," she said, "and I could not be Emir in your England
without many fights. So here I shall stay, and you with me. When there
is war, you shall ride at my side; in peace I will give you a
governorship over a ward of this town, from which you can get your
taxes. And if there are children, you shall bring them up."
The mullah, who knew better than to keep his ruler waiting, had come in,
and they were forthwith married, solemnly and irrevocably, according to
the rites and ceremonies of the Mohammedan Church, as practised in the
kingdom of Dunkhot.
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