I think it's an untold story I mean I came to India first 1995 or something what

happened what was the experience of removing the nation status a very tiny key the of taking away hundreds and hundreds of incredibly rich kingdoms and

cultures and peoples and family. One point in Rajasthan we were driving off the beaten track and I saw

that there was an old 13th century fort not dissimilar to Nimrana but in ruins.

And so we somehow went up to there and there was at the top of it the man

sat there with a little fire cooking up a little you know thing of Chai he was the

Maharaja's direct descendant. Oh my God.

And I just thought Puritanaceous journalist,

there's probably 100 Cyrus is still there,

in the regions, on that little falling apart temples and fortresses, who, you just look and you'll see like a

eight carrot diamond or you'll see a carpet or something like that it's just you know

it's the in between the cracks, you know, tells a story. The Chapter 2, the Hunting Lodge

The Hunting Lodge. So on Monday, between 11 and noon as dictated to me, I called the number that Princess

Sakina had left. It rang and rang and

rang and rang and then someone picked up.

It was not an ordinary conversation.

The person on the other hand had a kind of quavering voice.

I had no idea who I was speaking to. Princess Sakina? Her secretary?

This is what they told me, that I should drive to the very end of the road into the forest and stop the car.

Get out.

Walk away from the car so the driver wasn't near me and wait there alone. And someone would come and get me at exactly 530. I pondered

that for a second as I held the phone up to my ear. Second passed and I told the person on the other end, of course I

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