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 Allah"! exclaimed Ahmad petulantly. "Thy mind doth evidence little
penetration. Clearly she doth not wish them to be set free at the
boundary, but in some convenient spot dispatched from further harm."
"If such be her meaning," replied the other firmly, "she must express
it thus to me in words. Too well do I know my duty to place an
interpretation of my own upon her plain command. As the order stands, I
will escort them to the boundary."
An exclamation of impatience burst from Ahmad's lips. The moment was
opportune for a still more wicked design. It left him no time to argue
the matter further.
"Then get thee gone upon thy business," he retorted angrily. "For all
my trouble I see thou art poorly witted to rise in favor at the Rani's
court. Thy stupidity will interpose between a great reward."
"To obey an order strictly was ever the injunction of my illustrious
teacher, Dost Mohammed Khan," the young officer replied firmly. "Alone,
by so doing, do I seek reward."
He saluted Ahmad haughtily, and turned to order the mounting of his
command.
"A curse upon the fool," muttered Ahmad fiercely. "Who could have
reckoned on a conscience from the Afghan school? But that the hour
has come to gratify a yearning hunger, I would beat submission to his
brain."
He bade the rest of the troopers await his return, and set forth in
the opposite direction taken by the Rani. When beyond the range of
observation from the tomb, he turned, and quickly but cautiously made
a _detour_ with the temple also, as his destination.
In his mind he beheld the woman of his passionate desire, practically
alone and unprotected. To the priests and attendants he wasted not
a thought. They would fly in terror at the first cry of alarm. She,
for whom he had jeopardized his soul by swearing falsely on the Koran
would then remain to suffer willingly or otherwise the purpose of
his mind. That the ground was sacred, mattered not. Dedicated to a
heathen God, it would have been an act of his faith to slaughter
the priests and raze the building to the ground. More, was not she,
also, an unbeliever, given into his embrace by the will of God. When
accomplished, a swift horse in waiting, would, if need be, carry him
far distant from the vengeance of the outraged woman. Of that he had
not been unmindful.
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