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86                    GERTRUDE BELL
                        some  lame and stumbling with Mutiny wounds. And last of
                        all came an old blind man in a white turban, leaning on a stick.
                        As he passed us, he turned Ills blind eyes towards the shouting
                        and raised a trembling hand to salute the unseen thousands of
                        the race to which he had stood true. After that the Viceroys
                        and Kings went by almost without a thrill...
                     And then the great procession itself, Lord Curzon representing
                     the King, amid all the panoply of Imperial India.
                        First soldiers; then the Viceroy’s bodyguard, native cavalry;
                        then Pertab Singh at the head of the Cadet Corps, all sons of
                        Rajas; then the Viceroy and Lady Curzon, followed by the
                        Connaughts, all on elephants; and then a troop of some hundred
                        Rajas on elephants, a glittering mass of gold and jewels. The
                        Rajas were roped in pearls and emeralds from the neck to the
                        waist, with cords of pearls strung over their shoulders, and
                        tassels of pearls hanging from their turbans; their dresses
                        were shot gold cloth, or gold embroidered velvet. The
                        elephants had tassels of jewels hanging from their ears ... It
                        was the most gorgeous show that can possibly be imagined.
                     Lord Curzon had said before the show diat if there was a single
                     case of cholera in Delhi he would remove the entire event to
                     Agra. He need not have worried. It went off without a hitch, or
                     at any rate with none that the Viceroy himself was aware of.
                     Gertrude observed the arrival of Lord Kitchener; everyone
                     stood up and cheered him and the band played ‘See the Conquering
                     Hero’. And she noticed that the troops refused to cheer Curzon,
                     whose aides-de-camp moved up men of the Yorkshire Regiment
                     and other British soldiers to step into the breach, but they
                     remained silent. ‘It’s very curious collecting opinions about
                     Lord Curzon,’ she told her stepmother. ‘I am gradually coming
                     to the conclusion that he is something of a great man, but there
                     is no doubt that he is extremely unpopular ... Even Arthur
                     [Russell] who is by no means anti-Indian says, “Since Lord
                     Curzon’s time the natives have learnt to push you off the pave­
                     ment” ... [quoting an officer at the Durbar]: “You get sharp
                     words and bad manners from him, but you find that the thing
                     that needs doing gets done, without months of official letters,
                     and yards of red tape” ... Then again, all the Frontier people  are
                     fire and flame for him; Mr Cox out in Muscat, Mr Hughes Buller
                     in Kashmir ... ’
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