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“My uncle get me job,” said Felix.<br />
He was an intelligent boy – they could see that at once. His eyes had scanned the circle<br />
of questioners with neither fear nor artifice. And his English was good, far better than Trevor had<br />
dared to hope. Felix had recounted the sequence of events on the morning of August 7 and his<br />
recollections had perfectly matched Anthony Weaver’s story. No, he had said, with a gentle<br />
certainty. They had passed nothing unusual on their short ride to the club, no one had impeded their<br />
progress, and neither Mrs. Weaver nor Pulkit Sang had seemed at all ill. Sang had ridden up front<br />
beside him, as a matter of fact, and had been his usual cheery self.<br />
But when the line of questioning turned to how he had first found himself living with the<br />
Weavers, the interview became immediately more interesting.<br />
“Who is your uncle?” Trevor asked.<br />
“Pulkit Sang the brother of my mother’s mother, yes?”<br />
“Indeed, “said Trevor, with surprise. So Sang had used his seniority within the Weaver<br />
household to procure a post for his great-nephew. “I did not realize you were related. Please accept<br />
my condolences for your loss.”<br />
The phrase seemed to confuse the lad. He said nothing in response but merely sat<br />
blinking.<br />
“Your great-uncle had worked for the Weavers for a long time, yes?” asked Rayley. “Do<br />
you know why and when they first hired him as a bodyguard?”<br />
“Yes. He was not bodyguard all at once. He was valet to the sahib, as I am now.”<br />
“He worked for the Secretary-General? He was originally a servant to Mr. Weaver?”<br />
Rayley said in some confusion.<br />
“Yes. No. He worked for the first Secretary-General. His name” – and here the boy<br />
hesitated, as if pulling up something from the deepest recesses of memory – “Ro-lund Eb-er-nee.”<br />
The group looked about at each other with uncertainty on every face. There had never<br />
been any hint that Pulkit Sang’s length of service extended that far back. That he had been with the<br />
Everlee-Weaver household prior to the slaughter of ’57, that he had served not only Rose’s second<br />
husband, but her first one as well.<br />
“Well, that is quite cozy,” Tom finally drawled. “Anthony Weaver inherited Roland<br />
Everlee’s valet as well as his wife.”<br />
Trevor nodded to Rayley to continue.<br />
“Let me make sure that we all understand each other, Felix,” Rayley said. “You are<br />
saying that your uncle first served Roland Everlee?”<br />
A single emphatic nod. “In army.”<br />
“He went with Everlee into the field? He traveled with him during the – “'<br />
"War. Yes."<br />
***<br />
“You mean the mutiny?” Rayley persisted. “You realize we are asking about 1857?”<br />
Since Felix was too young to have any personal memory of these events, he was<br />
obviously going solely on stories he had been told from his grandmother and great-uncle. But he<br />
responded with confidence and enunciated carefully. “Uncle went to Cawnpore.”<br />
At this simple sentence all the air seemed to go out of the room for Trevor.<br />
“You are quite sure of this?” Rayley croaked.<br />
Felix bobbed his head. “Uncle go with Sahib Eb-er-nee to house with lady and<br />
children. Sahib try to save, but sword go through him.”