Lachmi Bai, Rani of Jhansi: The Jeanne D'Arc of IndiaWhite, Michael
History
Lachmi Bai, Rani of Jhansi: The Jeanne D'Arc of India
White, Michael
India -- History -- Sepoy Rebellion, 1857-1858 -- Fiction
"What a miserable existence is this," concluded Bipin. "We have no
sooner climbed to a great height, than a rock slips from under our
feet, and behold! we are again where we started. If I only get well out
of this, no prospect shall tempt me to remain away from my family."
Presently the effect of the secretary's libations overcame his fears,
and snores proclaimed unconsciousness.
Bipin had slept for about two hours, when he was awakened by a rough
hand laid on his shoulder, while a voice commanded him to rise
immediately.
He was led to the outer door of the house, where a group of horsemen,
with Ahmad in their midst, were accoutred apparently for a long march.
With considerable effort, emphasized by impatient oaths from Ahmad,
the secretary was assisted on to the back of a spare charger. Ahmad
gave an order, and the party set off at a brisk pace through the
darkness of midnight toward the camp--silent, grim visaged figures,
ready for any desperate act.
Ahmad approached the camp at a point where he was well known and
would be permitted to pass unquestioned. He inquired his way to the
headquarters and rode thither with caution. Then he ordered two of his
followers to dismount and carry out his previous directions.
There were no lights, and for a space Bipin stumbled about among the
tent ropes.
"Thou fool," muttered one of the men. "If thou dost make such a
disturbance the whole camp will be awakened. Where is the tent? Point
it out quickly and let us get the work over, or the master will slit
thy windpipe."
Bipin had not the faintest idea of the Rani's sleeping place, but he
indicated a tent at random.
"Siva protect me," he faltered. "What now will happen"?
One of the men approached the tent noiselessly and untied the
fastenings. He listened for a moment, when being satisfied apparently
that its occupant was still asleep, entered. His companion watched
outside.
In a minute the man reappeared bearing a struggling woman's form in his
arms, with one hand over her mouth to prevent an outcry. He hurried to
the waiting troop and relinquished his burden to Ahmad. The two men
then vaulted on to their horses, and the whole party were off without a
cry, or a word exchanged.
Bipin remained for some moments a prey to fear and astonishment. Then
it broke upon his mind that he had betrayed his mistress for some evil
purpose.
"Ah, hae, hae"! he cried. "Oh, wretch that I am. Ah, the unluckiness of
everything. Help! Help! good people. The Rani has been abducted."
In a few seconds guards ran with all haste to the spot; figures
emerged from the tents, a babel of tongues rose above the wail of the
secretary. Presently, to Bipin's surprise, the Rani herself appeared on
the scene.
"What is all this"? she demanded. "Bipin art thou intoxicated, or has
thy sleep been possessed by a nightmare"?
"Oh, great Lady," he cried. "Tell me, I implore thee, is it, in truth,
thyself, who speakest"?
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