Legendary & romantic tales of Indian historyCaunter, Hobart
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Legendary & romantic tales of Indian history
Caunter, Hobart
India -- History -- Fiction
Anticipating the Rajpootni’s purpose, who was in the act of raising her
hand to her mouth, the Mahomedan officer suddenly grasped her by the
wrists, and, having secured her arms, said somewhat sternly--
“You force me to this. I have one immediate purpose to fulfil, which
is to bear you safely to Delhi, and that I must do in spite of your
opposition. You have despised my courtesy; you must now, therefore,
consent to march in bonds. When the oxen cease to be refractory, you
shall again be restored to the comforts of your hackery; in the mean
time you must walk.”
The indignant girl did not utter a word. Her dark eye gleamed with
a brightness that expressed unusual excitement, but she did not
condescend to expostulate. She marched hurriedly forward, guarded on
either side by a soldier, her women following guarded in a similar
manner.
FOOTNOTES:
[13] Poison, of so subtle a nature as to produce almost instant death,
has been frequently concealed in rings, or other trinkets, in order
that it might be resorted to upon any sudden emergency.
CHAPTER III.
Just as the party with their lovely captive had turned from a narrow
path into an extensive plain, they perceived a large body of horsemen
in full career towards them. The Mahomedan instantly halted his men,
and forming a hollow square, in the centre of which he placed his
prisoners, calmly waited the onset. It soon became evident that
the strangers were a squadron of Rajpoot cavalry. They swept across
the plain like a tempest, headed by a youthful warrior, who rode a
beautiful white Arab, every vein of which might be traced through its
skin as it pawed the ground, when its rider halted to array his troop
for the onset of death. When his order of battle was made, he sent a
trooper to summon the Mahomedans to surrender themselves prisoners
or abide the issue of an encounter in which they must look for
extermination at the point of the sword. This summons was received by
the adverse party with shouts of defiance, and the onslaught commenced
with terrible energy on the part of the assailants, who were received
with great firmness by their foes.
The Rajpoots were more numerous than the Mahomedans, and by their
headlong valour and the desperate impetuosity of their charge, they
broke through the enemy’s line, reached the centre of the square, and
scattered instant confusion through their ranks. The conflict was short
but decisive. The Mahomedan commander was slain by the Rajpoot leader
in a struggle hand to hand, the latter being mounted. This produced
instant consternation among the enemy. The moment they saw that their
chief had fallen they wavered, and the rout became general.
Brief as the conflict was, it had been extremely sanguinary; for the
Rajpoots being mounted, soon overtook those who fled and instantly slew
them. The Mussulman detachment was cut to pieces, and thus a signal
vengeance was taken by the Hindoos upon the scoffers of their gods.
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