Lachmi Bai, Rani of Jhansi: The Jeanne D'Arc of IndiaWhite, Michael
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Lachmi Bai, Rani of Jhansi: The Jeanne D'Arc of India
White, Michael
India -- History -- Sepoy Rebellion, 1857-1858 -- Fiction
"By a sure sign I can demonstrate to you, great sir, the truth of what
I affirm, that I am able to avert impending misfortune on your behalf,
restore the object of your affection to your arms, and further you in
your ambition. Soon will your sickness pass away like darkness before
the rising sun. Is it the noble Lord's pleasure that I should do this"?
Prasad had not escaped the atmosphere of superstition in which the
majority of his race had from time unknown been reared. In his
condition of mind he was more than ready to fall a victim to the wiles
of the astrologer.
"Do so," he replied. "From what you have said I feel great confidence
in your ability."
The astrologer first called for a bowl of water in which he requested
Prasad to wash his hands and forearms. Then he produced a splinter
of bone which he required his patient to hold in the water, while he
muttered in a low tone for several minutes.
The incantation over, he bade Prasad withdraw his hand from the water,
when there appeared, a little above the wrist, the blotch of a human
form impressed upon the skin by some dark stain.
The astrologer pointed to the mark on Prasad's arm with triumph.
"Behold, my Lord," he cried, "the image of thine enemy, the one who
seeks to do thee so much injury."
Both Ahmad and Prasad expressed their astonishment at what appeared to
them a miraculous display of the astrologer's skill.
"Now, my Lord," resumed Mohurran Goshi. "If it be thy pleasure that I
should foil this enemy of thine, thou hast but to give thy command."
Prasad well understood the covert allusion to a fee in advance implied
by the astrologer, and produced a handful of silver coins to secure his
valuable services.
These, the astrologer tucked safely away on his person, and then
proceeded to destroy the malign influence aiming for his patient's ruin.
From Prasad's hand he took the bone, and smeared it with an ointment,
which he declared was composed of the most precious ingredients--the
fat of a cobra, the blood of a white rat, salt, and the hoof of an
animal unknown to them. He then rubbed the blotch on Prasad's arm with
the bone for a space, again muttering unintelligibly, when lo! the
image had disappeared.
The astrologer solemnly held up the bone before his patient's eyes.
"Into this, noble sir, have I gathered the influence which causes you
so much bodily and mental anguish."
With wonder, the eyes of the two nobles gazed upon the bone fraught
with so much magic charm. Though as a Mohammedan, Ahmad affected
to scoff at the mysterious science professed by the astrologer,
his hereditary instinct at times caused him momentary qualms, when
inexplicable demonstrations of its power were afforded.
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