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
"A curse upon the muddled brain of that astrologer," he muttered. "Now
hearken, while I tell thee briefly, what I have impressed upon thy
comrades at some length. We go now to the city as belated travelers,
with an admission at the gate that hath already been assured. Thou
wilt then follow my steps quickly and silently to the Rani's palace.
As the others have their allotted duty, thou wilt seek the garden gate
and hold it securely so that no one passes in or forth. If force be
threatened thou wilt in like manner threaten force, aye, and use it if
so need be. Thou hast arms"? he asked.
"Aye, noble captain," she replied. "Arms have we. But if the Rani doth
herself come forth. What then, great sir"? she questioned in return.
"Thou wilt detain her above all others, though careful to do her no
personal harm," he enjoined emphatically.
"But should she command us to let her pass, my Lord"? she pressed
still further, in a quiet, assumed voice.
"Thou wilt obey the command of him who payeth thee for thy service,
thou idle questioner," he returned. "Thy order is to hold her securely
until my pleasure concerning her hath been learned."
There followed a momentary pause, then her voice rose solemnly to the
vaulted roof.
"My Lord Raja, Prasad Singh, thou hast no need to go to Jhansi for the
Rani. Behold she is now before thee."
She moved from the shadow and stood confronting him, an expression of
offended dignity visible upon her face.
He uttered an exclamation of surprise mingled with dismay. Impulsively
he strode forward.
"Stand where thou art," she commanded. "Move not a pace, a man of you,
for at the raising of my voice a hundred troopers, lying at hand, will
hasten to my side."
With a muttered oath Prasad halted, while the Rani turned to the door
and summoned Ahmad.
Almost upon the instant the Mohammedan noble and a score of the Rani's
bodyguard appeared before the entrance.
"Alas, Ahmad," she said. "Our hope is dashed in pieces as a pitcher
hurled upon a rock. Bipin, poor fellow, hath earned my displeasure as
well as my gratitude for the truth that he has told. I would now, that
I could recompense him for being a liar concerning this night's work.
Take these duped fools into safe keeping, and then await my order. I
will speak with Prasad first."
She motioned the shrinking forms inside the chamber to pass without,
and remained alone with Prasad.
For several minutes there reigned an unbroken silence, as the Rani and
her guilty lover stood face to face. The moon had risen over the lake
and sent its pale light through a crevice in the dome of the ruined
tomb. It marked by deep shadows the recesses, and filled the chamber
with an atmosphere in sympathy with the chill that seized upon the
heart of the woman.
She spoke at last in a measured tone.
"How, now, my Lord Prasad Singh. A short while since you said the Rani
was to be held until she heard your pleasure. Behold, she now patiently
awaiteth it. What wilt thou do with her"?
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