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The highly anticipated follow-up to the critically acclaimed novel The Widows of Malabar Hill.

India, 1922: It is rainy season in the lush, remote Sahyadri mountains, where the princely state of Satapur is tucked away. A curse seems to have fallen upon Satapur’s royal family, whose maharaja died of a sudden illness shortly before his teenage son was struck down in a tragic hunting accident. The state is now ruled by an agent of the British Raj on behalf of Satapur’s two maharanis, the dowager queen and her daughter-in-law.
 
The royal ladies are in a dispute over the education of the young crown prince, and a lawyer’s counsel is required. However, the maharanis live in purdah and do not speak to men. Just one person can help them: Perveen Mistry, Bombay’s only female lawyer. Perveen is determined to bring peace to the royal house and make a sound recommendation for the young prince’s future, but she arrives to find that the Satapur palace is full of cold-blooded power plays and ancient vendettas. Too late, she realizes she has walked into a trap. But whose? And how can she protect the royal children from the palace’s deadly curse?

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Sujata Massey was born in England to parents from India and Germany, grew up in St. Paul, Minnesota, and lives in Baltimore, Maryland. She was a features reporter for the Baltimore Evening Sun before becoming a full-time novelist. The first Perveen Mistry novel, The Widows of Malabar Hill, was an international bestseller and won the Agatha, Macavity, and Mary Higgins Clark Awards. Visit her website at sujatamassey.com.
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1
The Riding Ring
 
Perveen Mistry sighed, adjusting her hat on her sweating brow. It was six-thirty in the morning and already eighty-two degrees. Cantering around the riding ring at the Royal Western India Turf Club, never quite keeping up with her friend Alice, was vigorous exercise.
     Alice Hobson-Jones was cantering on a large bay, Kumar, who had been born from racing stock. He’d wound up as an exercise horse because his stature was a few hands too short for the racetrack. Still, Kumar was a prince of a horse, and since Alice was almost six feet tall, their union dominated the ring.
     Perveen, five feet three inches, had been delighted to be assigned a female pony, which she had assumed would be gentler. Dolly was so short Perveen had been able to swing herself over the saddle without being propped up by the grooms, an awkward ritual she’d had to repeat most of the times she’d ridden. However, the little horse was hardly amenable to the directions Perveen tapped out with her feet. She was no horsewoman, and it seemed that Dolly sensed it.
     Still, this horseback ride was less frightening than the times Perveen had ridden huge animals during house-party weekends Alice had brought her to in England. Now the shoe was on the other foot. Perveen had come home to practice law in Bombay, and Alice was on an extended visit trying to find a teaching position. In a city where the Mistrys had resided for almost 350 years, Perveen’s family connections opened doors, and it looked likely that Alice would be hired as a lecturer in mathematics at Wilson College.
     Alice had campaigned hard to get Perveen to awaken early enough to ride at six o’clock three times that week. At the outset, it had seemed like a pleasant idea. The rains had stopped, making the city navigable, although as the sun rose, it became a hot and windy place again.
     As Perveen came around the ring, she noticed Alice’s father, Sir David Hobson-Jones, standing at the edge. He was a Western India Turf Club trustee, despite the fact that he’d been in Bombay for only two years. That was the kind of thing that happened when one was part of the governor’s ring of top three councillors.
     Sir David smiled, making a sweeping gesture with his hand. Perveen trotted around the ring, concentrating on keeping her back straight. As she passed Sir David, he made the same gesture, only more vigorously.
     He was calling her over.
     She felt her stomach sink. Perhaps he’d come to say someone in the club had complained about an Indian rider; she was the only one she’d seen.
     Perveen hated to kick the filly, but this was the way she’d been taught to make horses move. Dolly ignored her. It was not until Perveen kicked a few more times that the horse reluctantly walked from the ring into the area near the gate where grooms waited to assist. A scrawny boy held the horse while she half-fell off. She was brushing her dusty hands on the sides of her split skirt when Sir David strolled up. He wore a sharp white suit that looked utterly unsuitable for riding.
     “Good morning, Sir David. Did you ride earlier?” She tried to sound less shaken than she felt. If Perveen was going to be thrown out of the European-established club because of her race, she could not let the matter pass without protest. But Sir David didn’t know she was a member of the Indian National Congress, an all-Indian group advocating for civil rights. He understood only that she was his daughter Alice’s former classmate at Oxford, a young woman who was rising in Bombay’s legal scene.
     He shook his head. “I came for a quick breakfast before going over to the Secretariat. The eggs are very good here. Would you care to join me?”
     So she wasn’t being thrown out, which was good news. Still, she disliked the idea of going off without telling Alice.
     “But I’m . . .” Perveen gestured at her riding clothing, which was not a sporty tweed habit like Alice wore but a light cotton jacket and a voluminous split skirt, the slightly outmoded garment her mother had presented her with as being suitable for an Indian woman doing something as outré as horseback riding.
     “Don’t give it another thought. People wear riding clothes on the veranda. I’ll be the odd one out.”
     She still felt uneasy. “But Alice—”
     “She’ll know where to find us.” Lowering his voice, the governor’s chief councillor said, “I’ve business to discuss with you anyway, before she arrives.”
 
 
Business was a welcome prospect for a Bombay lawyer who was well known but not as busy as she’d like. In the ladies’ lounge, Perveen scrubbed the track’s dust from her face and hands and brushed out her hair before fixing it up again in a coronet. She left off the pith helmet she’d been wearing, although its absence revealed a bright red line running straight across her forehead. Walking out to the veranda, she felt multiple pairs of English eyes on her. Was it because she’d been seen with Sir David, or was it the silly split skirt?
     Sir David waved encouragingly at her, and this set off a chorus of whispers.
     “I’ve taken the liberty of ordering you breakfast,” he said.
     “You go straight to work after this, don’t you?”
     “I try to open up the office before eight,” she said, putting on her best business voice. “It’s the only time one can attack one’s papers without interruption.”
     “Yes. As I mentioned, I may have a good prospect for Mistry Law.”
     She leaned forward so eagerly she almost knocked her empty teacup out of its saucer. “Does someone you know need a lawyer?”
     A slender waiter in a crisp, high-necked jacket righted her cup and poured a golden stream of Darjeeling into it. Sir David smiled benevolently. “Yes. I do.”
     She looked at him hard. Was he in trouble at work? “Remember that I’m a solicitor. The Bombay court does not yet allow women advocates to approach the bench, but my father can—”
     “That is irrelevant,” he said, cutting off the rest of her explanation. “Have you heard of the Kolhapur Agency?”
     She was surprised by the simple question. Spooning sugar into her cup, she said, “Certainly. It’s the branch of the civil service that oversees Kolhapur State and falls under purview of Bombay Presidency.”
     “It’s a bit more than that,” he said. “The Kolhapur Agency has authority over twenty-five princely and feudal states in Western India. The agency’s officers are political agents and residents who maintain relationships between British India and these states.”
     Perveen was embarrassed she hadn’t known how many states were overseen by the Kolhapur Agency. But why was he asking about it, anyway?
     The young waiter came back with a plate of scrambled eggs, toast, and kippers for each of them. The eggs looked fluffy, the toast appropriately buttered, but Perveen did not like kippers. She resolved to try one, out of courtesy to her host.
     It was like that with the British. An Indian could not prosper without contact with them, but one did not have to become a Britisher in habits. As she shook green chilies over her eggs, she considered the picture that Sir David was painting. Although the British government had power over approximately 61 percent of the subcontinent, the rest of India was a patchwork of large and small states and landholdings ruled by Hindus, Muslims, and a few Sikhs. In exchange for being exempted from British rule, many royals paid tributes to the British, most often soldiers in the form of cash and crops. And as Sir David indicated, the states still had to cooperate with the desires of the political agents.
     Sir David slid one of the kippers into his mouth, chewed with relish, and continued the conversation. “At the moment, the Agency is challenged. They’ve sent out a request for help finding a legal investigator to step in and assist with business in one of their northernmost states.”
     “How interesting,” said Perveen, the wheels already turning as she thought about the suitable lawyers she might refer. “Tell me more. How long has the position been open? And how much time will the job take?”
     “The matter came up at a meeting last week, and the others agreed with me that you are probably the only person in India who could do it.”
     Perveen almost lost her grip on her teacup but steadied herself. The hell if she’d be the one to work for Britain, which had kept India under its elephant feet since the 1600s. But she had to be diplomatic. Carefully, she said, “I’m honored that you’d consider me for a government position, but I’d never leave my father’s practice. He just promoted me to partner last month.”
     “Congratulations! But you do serve clients who are willing to pay a fair rate—isn’t that the reason to have a firm?”
     Perveen nodded warily.
     “Rest assured this is a one-off job—it will probably take a week, with a little more billing time afterward when you’re back in Bombay writing the report.” He paused. “Have you tried a kipper yet? They’re made from a local fish, not the usual Scottish herring.”
     A tiny, bony local fish that she considered bait, not good eating. Reluctantly, she put it in her mouth. As she chewed the unpleasant fish, she thought.
     Things weren’t especially busy at the office; she had a few contracts to finish, but the prospect of more than a week’s work for a prestigious employer would please her father, Jamshedji Mistry, who saw the British as allies, not adversaries. Still, it was out of town, and he wouldn’t like that. Working some eggs over the top of the rest of the kippers, which she was determined to avoid, Perveen said, “Kolhapur is more than three hundred miles from Bombay. Is that where I’d have to go?”
     “Not quite that far. Have you heard of Satapur?”
     “It’s a minuscule state somewhere in the Sahyadri Mountains.” Perveen remembered its shape, rather like a rabbit posed on hind legs, from her school geography book. “I don’t know that I could point to it on a map or name its ruler.”
     “It’s just forty square miles,” he said. “And there isn’t a royal sitting on the gaddi at the moment. His Majesty Mahendra Rao died two years ago from the cholera. His son, the maharaja Jiva Rao, is just ten years old.”
     Perveen tried to imagine the situation at hand. “So although Jiva Rao is already the maharaja in name, it will be at least eight years till he takes power. Does his mother rule until then?”
     “Women don’t hold power in most princely states. Because Satapur’s ruler is underage, the state’s decisions are made by its prime minister and our political agent, who happens to reside at the circuit house on the border between Satapur and the hill station of Khandala.”
     “Running a princely state must be a challenge for a British political agent,” Perveen said skeptically, “especially if he’s not even living in the palace.”
     Sir David waved a dismissive hand. “A palace minister does the day-to-day, sending reports to Mr. Sandringham on all that transpires. And the prime minister, Prince Swaroop of Satapur, is the maharaja’s uncle, so that’s cozy.”
     Perveen took a bite of toast. Buttered toast was one thing the British did very well. “What can you tell me about the political agent?”
     “Colin Wythe Sandringham has been at the post for about ten months. He is responsible for the well-being of the royal children and the late maharaja’s widow.”
     “What children? You only mentioned Prince Jiva Rao.”
     “He has a little sister, but I don’t know her name.”
     Perveen didn’t like the way he had almost forgotten about the princess, nor that he had labeled the young maharaja’s mother a widow, when she should have been called a queen. Pointedly, she asked, “What is the maharani’s given name?”
     “Mirabai.” He pronounced the name slowly, in his Oxbridge accent. “At least she’s not alone—the late Maharaja Mahendra Rao’s mother, the dowager maharani, is still ruling the zenana. I don’t recall her name.”
     Of course, she thought. Sir David was better than most English administrators—and he certainly had been respectful of her own professional accomplishments—but he seemed to share the common belief that the vast majority of Indian women were faceless, nameless, and passive.
     He sipped his tea. “I think it’s splendid the mother and daughter-in-law have each other for company. But according to Mr. Sandringham, a bitter dispute has arisen between the two maharanis about the prince’s education.”
     This was a common enough problem, regardless of whether one had royal blood. In Perveen’s own family, there had been disagreements about whether she should study law, as her father wished, or literature, which was her own choice. It hadn’t been until she’d been out of school for years that she had realized practicing law could bring her a lot more excitement in life than analyzing novels.
     Unaware of her thoughts, Sir David continued. “Maharaja Jiva Rao’s mother wishes him to attend Ludgrove, where several other Indian princes are studying. But the grandmother, who still sees herself as superior to her daughter-in-law, doesn’t want him to go.”
     Perveen had finished everything except the kippers. She wanted something sweet to take the edge off. She signaled the waiter. “Have you any guavas?”
     He grimaced. “No good ones today, memsahib.”
     “Very well. I’ll take another piece of toast.” She turned back to Sir David. “Where in India is Prince Jiva Rao studying?”
     “In the palace. He receives lessons from the Indian tutor who taught the last two generations of maharajas.”
     “I suppose he could be a good teacher. Certainly an experienced one,” Perveen said, imagining this man would be over sixty.
     “These are answers you could find out for us when you visit the palace. Mr. Sandringham paid a call in September, but he was not admitted due to the maharanis’ custom of seclusion.”
     “Hindu maharanis often observe purdah,”...

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