Seldom had the Eastern world seen a cavalcade so superb. From the
gardens in the suburbs to the Imperial palace, it was one unbroken line
of splendour. The gallant appearance of the Rajahs and Mogul Lords,
distinguished by those insignia of the Emperor’s favour,[7] the feathers
of the egret of Cashmere in their turbans, and the small silver-rimmed
kettledrums at the bows of their saddles;—the costly armour of their
cavaliers, who vied, on this occasion, with the guards of the great
Keder Khan,[8] in the brightness of their silver battle-axes and the
massiness of their maces of gold;—the glittering of the gilt
pine-apples[9] on the tops of the palankeens;—the embroidered trappings
of the elephants, bearing on their backs small turrets, in the shape of
little antique temples, within which the Ladies of LALLA ROOKH lay as it
were enshrined;—the rose-coloured veils of the Princess’s own sumptuous
litter,[10] at the front of which a fair young female slave sat fanning
her through the curtains, with feathers of the Argus pheasant’s
wing;[11]—and the lovely troop of Tartarian and Cashmerian maids of
honour, whom the young King had sent to accompany his bride, and who
rode on each side of the litter, upon small Arabian horses:—all was
brilliant, tasteful, and magnificent, and pleased even the critical and
fastidious FADLADEEN, Great Nazir or Chamberlain of the Haram, who was
borne in his palankeen immediately after the Princess, and considered
himself not the least important personage of the pageant.
FADLADEEN was a judge of everything,—from the pencilling of a
Circassian’s eyelids to the deepest questions of science and literature;
from the mixture of a conserve of rose-leaves to the composition of an
epic poem: and such influence had his opinion upon the various tastes of
the day, that all the cooks and poets of Delhi stood in awe of him. His
political conduct and opinions were founded upon that line of
Sadi,—“Should the Prince at noon-day say, It is night, declare that you
behold the moon and stars.”—And his zeal for religion; of which
Aurungzebe was a munificent protector,[12] was about as disinterested as
that of the goldsmith who fell in love with the diamond eyes of the Idol
of Jaghernaut.[13]
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