Jones of the 64th: A Tale of the Battles of Assaye and LaswareeBrereton, F. S. (Frederick Sadleir)
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Jones of the 64th: A Tale of the Battles of Assaye and Laswaree
Brereton, F. S. (Frederick Sadleir)
Maratha War, 1803 -- Juvenile fiction
"We have met and vanquished almost as many before," he said with as much
coolness as he could muster, "and we will try again. If one shot rings
out from your ranks I will charge, and you will see who is the better
able to ride over the other. As for you, if you decide to carry out this
threat I promise that even your chieftain shall not protect you, for,
remember, I am an envoy, and I come in peace, beneath the white flag,
which is sacred to us all."
Without deigning to turn his head he trotted back to his men, and at his
order the carbines were slipped into their buckets and the lances came
down in readiness for a charge.
"I do not greatly fear trouble," he said shortly, so that they alone
could hear. "But these fellows may wish to take us prisoners. In that
case you will charge, and divide when you are through them. Then you
will return and repeat the charge. It would never do to flee, for we
should all be cut down for a certainty."
For five minutes the two bodies faced one another, Owen's troopers
staring back at the Mahrattas with a calmness which was wonderful. And
as they looked they edged their horses into line and selected a likely
place for their charge.
To Owen the minutes went like hours, for he had a mission to carry out,
and to come to blows with Holkar's men thus early was hardly conducting
his task in a successful manner. To oppose these men was madness, and
yet if he submitted to be taken a prisoner into Indore he knew very well
that he would in all probability be thrown into a cell and there left,
without opportunity of seeing Holkar. His hand went to his sabre, and he
drew it, resting the blade against his shoulder. And while he and his
men made their preparations, the native officer consulted with some of
his men. Noisy shouts broke from their midst, and weapons were
flourished. However, the threat of retaliation to which Owen had given
vent evidently had its effect, for presently the officer advanced and
called to our hero.
"Holkar shall decide," he said haughtily. "We might eat you up here,
but there may be information to be obtained. We will escort you into the
city."
"To the palace?" demanded Owen.
"To the palace. There you shall be seen by His Highness."
A few minutes later the whole cavalcade was in motion, Owen and his men
riding in a compact body, while the Mahratta horse, still divided,
marched in front and in rear, completely enclosing them. And in this
order they came to the city of Indore, the capital of Holkar, and passed
through the streets to the palace. Arrived there, Owen and his men
dismounted in the courtyard.
"I like not the arrangement, sahib," whispered Mulha. "They have us in
the hollow of their hands, for how can we escape from this city? See the
guards which they have set."
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