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                    BALLAD OF EAST AND WEST - 5                              
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The red mare ran to the Colonel's son, and nuzzled against his breast;       
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"We be two strong men," said Kamal then, "but she loveth the younger best.   
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So she shall go with a lifter's dower, my turquoise studded rein,            
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My broidered saddle and saddle-cloth, and silver stirrups twain."            
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The Colonel's son a pistol drew and held it muzzle-end,                      
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"Ye have taken the one from a foe," said he; "will ye take the mate from a   
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   friend?"                                                                  
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"A gift for a gift," said Kamal straight; "a limb for the risk of a limb.    
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Thy father has sent his son to me, I'll send my son to him!"                 
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With that he whistled his only son, that dropped from a mountain-crest -     
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He trod the ling like a buck in spring, and he looked like a lance in rest.  
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"Now here is thy master," Kamal said, "who leads a troop of the Guides,      
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And thou must ride at his left side as shield on shoulder rides.             
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Till Death or I cut loose the tie, at camp and board and bed,                
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Thy life is his - thy fate it is to guard him with thy head.                 
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So, thou must eat the White Queen's meat, and all her foes, are thine,       
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And thou must harry thy father's hold for the peace of the Border-line."     
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