In furthest Ind : $b The narrative of Mr Edward Carlyon of the honourable East India Company's serviceGrier, Sydney C.
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In furthest Ind : $b The narrative of Mr Edward Carlyon of the honourable East India Company's service
Grier, Sydney C.
British -- India -- Fiction; East India Company -- Fiction; India -- Fiction
I could not mistake the voice of my friend the viscount, and for
answer I flung myself again at the wall and battered it with kicks and
blows, calling out the while to my friend that if he loved me he
should not leave me to perish. And at this he and the men that were
with him came and burst open the door, for the key on’t could not be
found, and he embraced me very tenderly, and then led me out into the
passage, and up many steps to the daylight. And because I was much
overcome by the sudden passing from hopelessness to hope, so that for
a moment I did cling to his arm and could not stand upright, he would
have me sit down, and brought me with his own hand a dram of some
cordial, and carried himself so gently and kindly towards me as no
woman could have been more tender. And after this he carried me into
the great hall, where I had seen the governor, and here was a very
stately person of middle age sitting upon a throne, to whom the
Morattys were bringing all their spoils from all quarters of the
place. And the viscount bowing very low, I perceived that here must be
the great Seva Gi, of whom I had so often heard speak. And rising to
meet us, I saw that he was of small stature, having arms very long in
proportion thereto, and an air of great activity rather than strength,
his countenance lively and handsome. Who welcomed me kindly enough,
speaking very agreeably to my friend in the Moratty tongue, he
answering in the same, which I understood not.
Then the viscount led me away, and brought me into an upper chamber of
the castle, sending one of the soldiers for food and wine, and while I
did eat and drink, he told me of his doings after our parting. For he
said that he had made straight for the Moratty camp, as Vincaly Row
had informed us on’t, and speaking in their own tongue to the soldiers
that he met, desired of them to carry him at once to their prince,
who, recognising him from of old, did receive him with great kindness,
and promised to do all in his power for my deliverance. And this
promise the king redeemed right nobly, for he called together those of
his choicest soldiers that he had brought with him, men well seen in
all manner of sieges and escaladoes, and led them himself to surprise
Tashpour. And this they accomplished by the help of ladders of ropes,
ascending in this way the cliffs deemed unsurmountable, as hath often
been done before by the Morattys, and having gained a footing on the
ramparts, as I had surmised, beat back the Moguls, and at length made
themselves masters of the place. And my friend then seeking among the
dungeons for me, had almost missed me, from my cell’s being set in an
obscure angle of the passage, had it not been for his assuring himself
by his calling to me that I was there.
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