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Thank you.

Who's there?

Stay where you are!

Stop!

The dogs will tear you to pieces! Come back!

Ah, Gordon, there you are.

What's the trouble, Mr. Holmes?

We had a prowler last night, and Croker, with his usual efficiency, set the

dogs...

Get

those animals out of here, Croker!

We had a prowler last night, and Croker, with his usual efficiency, set the dogs

on the wrong man.

They attacked one of my grooms, and let the thief go scot -free.

Whatever possessed you to get them in the first place.

Self -preservation.

How is he?

He'll be all right in a few weeks.

But if you don't get rid of those dogs, it could happen again.

Not until that is in London.

What is it?

My grandfather brought it back from India at the end of his campaigns.

It's solid gold.

Those eyes, they're perfect matching diamonds.

Must be worth a fortune.

Several fortunes.

I'm taking it to London this week.

But until then, the dogs will have to stay.

Even though they may cost someone his life.

If necessary, yes.

Jonah, he's not in the stable.

Oh, but you're soaking wet.

He's gone.

Not again.

Not but you're soaking wet. Will you go and get changed immediately, please?

Come on, he can't have gone far.

Can we borrow Beauty, please?

What for?

To find Jonah. Beauty always knows where he is when he runs away.

All right, Beauty.

Find Jonah, if you can.

He's always been able to before.

Beauty! He's got longer legs than us.

Well done, boy.

Hello, Jonah.

What's the matter, then?

He's hoof -stuck.

It won't budge.

Look, I'll have to go back to the farm for a saw.

Right.

Seems to be coming from all around us.

Good morning, children.

I didn't mean to startle you.

Ah, Jonah.

Hello, beauty.

I see you're in trouble again.

A tree has caught him this time and refuses to let go.

In the life before this, he must have done some injury to this tree.

How can you injure a tree?

We've all lived before in many different shapes.

Who knows what this tree might have been in the life before this.

Whoever it was, it was certainly somebody very stubborn.

All right, Jonah, we've found a stick for you.

Here, Albert, hold this.

Off you go, boy. Go on, Jonah.

How did you know our names?

I know a great deal about all of you.

I'm Rana, High Priest of Basha.

How do you do?

How do you do?

Thanks for helping Jonah, by the way.

It was lucky you were passing by. It was not luck.

I was led here by my goddess, Asha.

She knew you would help me.

Let me take shelter in your stable tonight.

The English nights are a bit colder than the ones I'm used to.

Well, well, of course you can. But I'll have to ask my father. No.

Your father is a good man.

But even he mustn't know about me.

I shall come and go silently.

Please?

Well, all right, then.

You must swear to keep my presence here a secret.

Promise?

We promise.

Cross my heart and hope to die.

Thank you.

Asha has chosen you well.

We shall meet again.

Until such time, may the eyes of Asha watch over you and keep you safe.

Here. It's got four eyes.

Oh, they must have been painted on, or something.

I hope so.

Don't you think the four eyes fit in the house table?

No.

Look, perhaps we ought to say something to Father.

Have you forgotten?

What?

The eyes of Asher are watching you.

What's the matter?

Rana's just written off on Beauty.

Stolen him?

Well, perhaps he's only borrowing him.

What are we going to do?

We'll just have to wait until morning and hope he brings Beauty back by then.

But what if he doesn't?

Then we'll just have to tell Father and take the consequences.

I'm so glad you're back.

Good morning, children.

Mr. Rana, where did you go last night?

I went to sleep.

No, where did you go with Beauty?

I saw you ride off with him last night.

It must have been in your dreams, Jenny.

But you saw me.

I was in the window. You looked up and you waved at me.

Ah, yes. Now I remember.

In my dreams, I waved at somebody in the window.

And that's why we saw each other. You see?

We were dreaming the same dream.

It wasn't a dream.

It wasn't.

Gordon?

Gordon, where are you?

Good morning, Mr. Armstrong.

Can I help you?

Ah, Gordon.

The prowler visited me again last night, and this time he got what he was after.

The idol? It's gone.

Croker was useless, of course.

But he did see somebody riding away on that black horse of yours.

But Beauty hasn't left his stable all night.

I'll check that for myself, if you don't mind.

Excuse me, Mr Armstrong.

How do you know it was Beauty he saw? It was night. It could have been any

horse. Is there some reason why you don't want me to look in that stable,

Gordon? No.

No, no reason at all.

In that case...

He's gone.

Who's gone?

Beauty. Beauty's gone.

Yes, I see.

It appears whoever took my property also stole your horse.

He was gone when I got here.

Have you a gun?

What for?

To use against this fellow if he becomes dangerous, of course. I'll organise a

manhunt. Don't you think you ought to inform the proper authorities before you

start terrorizing the countryside?

Confound your impudence, Gordon.

I trust you'll have no objection to my recovering your property whilst I'm

terrorizing the countryside.

Armstrong, don't be a fool.

You'll kill someone.

Now, Afuri, we've lost that beauty.

We've told your father a lie.

When they find out what we've done, they'll throw us in the prison for

thief. Oh, look, you don't know Mr. Rahn is a thief.

Stolen beauty, hasn't he?

Or has he stopped instilling something else?

I wish he'd never come.

Ow! What's the matter?

I sound something.

Crikey! Albert, look at its eyes.

What?

If you think I'm a thief, I'm no longer safe.

You must take me and my goddess to the next county before nightfall, if it's

agreeable to you.

Whatever Mr. Armstrong says, this must belong to Mr. Rana.

His hands have got eyes in them, just like these.

I've got it. What?

If Black Beauty can always lead us to Jonah, Jonah can lead us to Black

Jonah, I want you to find Black Beauty and Mr. Rana. Go on.

Turned out to be.

Where's Boris this far, isn't he? He was only after the grass. He wasn't

interested in finding beauty.

I think he's found something.

More grass, probably.

Come on.

Come on.

He must

be

hiding in the woods.

Probably waiting till dark before he slips out of the country.

Get back to the others and bring them here.

He comes out before you get back. I'll be ready for him.

Squire also said you stole an idol off him.

I've stolen nothing.

Many years ago, a precious idol of our goddess was stolen from the temple in my

village.

And when I became high priest on the death of my father, I swore to restore

And for many years, I looked for it everywhere until finally I discovered

had stolen her.

And last night, I took her back.

But today, I have lost her again.

Miss Rana.

What?

Oh, no.

Claire, come on.

I'll send Beauty back to you as soon as I've got to the county border. All

right. Take care, Mr. Rana.

Thank you, dear Jenny and Albert.

I shall never forget what you've done for me and for my people.

Bye. Bye.

Oh, no, it's Mr. Armstrong. Go, Beauty, go.

Oh, gee, what's the matter?

We've come so far. Don't let me down now.

Come on, boy. That's right.

Come on.

Get off that horse.

I said get off the horse.

You can't speak English, aren't you?

Get off the horse.

Is this what you're looking for, Mr. Armstrong?

I'm the thief who stole it.

I, too, looked for a thief.

But he's dead, isn't he? Your grandfather.

You impudent scum! My grandfather brought that back from the wars.

And what is a war if not glorified theft?

He stole it from our temple.

Give it to me or I shoot.

The vengeance of Arshai is swift.

Confound you!

Beauty, there is no way out there.

I know he is hurt, but what do you want me to do?

Do you want me to go and help my enemy and miss this chance of taking the

goddess back to the temple?

What human life can compare with the goddess?

No, Beauty.

I will not lift a hand to save you.

Call your father.

Father!

Father, it's Mr Armstrong.

He's been hurt.

Amy, bring my bag and some hot water, please.

How did it happen?

I fell off my horse.

Rana?

What really happened?

Beauty showed me that before I can serve my goddess, I must first learn to serve

man.

Go back to your father now, Jenny.

I'll see Beauty back to his table comfortably.

Come on.

That Indian fellow.

I nearly shot him.

It could have been to bring me back.

He had better take the idol back to his own people.

It's been a confounded headache from start to finish.

He was here and then he went.

He said everything was all right, though.

Is he?

I think so.

He was in an awful hurry.

He's got a long way to go.

Then he won't need Beauty anymore, then?

No.

I think Beauty's taught him all he needs to know.

Haven't you, boy?