In India the railway ended in the middle of the jungle, and Fogg bought an elephant to carry them on. On the second night they came upon a strange procession. Priests were leading a young woman to a temple, and Passepartout learned what it meant: her husband, an old rajah, was dead, and in the morning she was to be burned alive on his funeral fire. Her name was Aouda. She had been educated in English schools and had been married against her will. "We have twelve hours," said Fogg. "We shall save her." That night, while the guards slept, Passepartout crept in among the wood of the fire and lay down in the dead rajah's place. When the flames were lit he rose up out of the smoke with the body in his arms, and the crowd fell on their faces in terror. The three of them ran to the elephant and were far away before anyone understood. Fogg had lost twelve hours of his eighty days, and he said nothing about it.