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
Without permitting her time for reflection, Ahmad secured one end of
the rope under his arm pits, and holding her round the waist, swung
down from the parapet. A soldier above slowly paid out the rope as
Ahmad directed by prearranged signals. More than once it strained
and quivered with their weight, several times his feet slid from the
ledges of rock upon which they momentarily rested. Above their heads
the fortress loomed a huge black mass; below their feet there fell away
an impenetrable abyss. The well-feigned cry of a night bird announced
to those below that the fugitives had left the fortress. In response,
there rose the howl of a jackal.
Presently, it seemed an hour had passed, a familiar voice fell upon the
Rani's ears. There was no time permitted to ask its owner's name, for a
pair of stout arms relieved Ahmad of his burden, and she found herself
placed on the saddle of a horse.
Ahmad quickly disengaged himself from the rope and sprang on to another
waiting mount, the cry of the jackal again rose as a signal that the
feat had been safely accomplished, and thus shielded by the swords
of her devoted troopers, the Rani commenced the second stage of her
escape.
On the morrow, the citadel surrendered to terms; and the blind beggar
crept forth from his hiding place to resume his seat in the shade by
the palace doors.
Chapter XVIII
_A PRINCE IN SCARLET_
With caution, the troopers encircling the Rani, felt their way out from
the shadow of the rock. Then with loosened reins they rode, as with
the speed of a monsoon wind, northward to the rendezvous of the Native
forces at Kalpi.
At first, they avoided the main road and, with unslackened pace, took
to by-paths that led over ditches and streams, through dense jungle
underbrush, and across rocky plains, until the danger of an immediate
pursuit was past. Throughout the night the form of the officer who had
taken the Rani from Ahmad's arms kept closely at her side. That his
order must have been to watch over her as a priceless treasure, was
evident from the care he took to guide her horse at dangerous places,
and to remove from her course an occasional overhanging branch that
might have caused painful if not serious injury. In the darkness his
features were indistinguishable. Indeed, it seemed as if he purposely
kept his face turned from her; though in the open, the brilliancy of
the starlight shining upon a closely fitting cap of steel, and arms of
ornate workmanship, proclaimed him a cavalier of rank.
As in the early part of the ride silence was imperative, the Rani did
not attempt to broach a conversation with her companion. In fact, the
pace was too swift to permit even a consecutive flow of thought. Such
thoughts as did occupy her mind were naturally directed to the reasons
she would urge upon Tantia Topi for the immediate recapture of her
beloved city.
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