Legendary & romantic tales of Indian historyCaunter, Hobart
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Legendary & romantic tales of Indian history
Caunter, Hobart
India -- History -- Fiction
Meanwhile the Rajah and his followers pursued their flight, and halted
only for a few minutes until they fancied themselves beyond the reach
of pursuit. They had ridden forty coss by noon the following day. Their
horses being somewhat lamed by the severity of their journey, they were
obliged to rest for the day; but fancying there was no longer anything
to apprehend from pursuit, they fairly congratulated themselves upon
their escape.
The village at which they halted was situated on the slope of a hill;
and in order to guard against an enemy, Jeipal commanded his little
band of twenty armed followers to keep alternate watch, half of them
only sleeping at a time, in case of surprise.
There was a bright moonlight. About two hours before midnight one of
Jeipal’s scouts apprised him of the approach of pursuers;--he had
calculated their number at about eighty men. These would no doubt be
followed by speedy reinforcements. There was no time for hesitation.
Jeipal placed six of his followers in ambush at the base of the hill,
with orders to keep the enemy in check, while Jaya and her father
pursued their flight with all speed. They again mounted their horses,
somewhat recruited by their day’s rest and good feeding, and were off
towards Chittore with the swiftness of thought. Jeipal, having seen
them safe on their journey, descended the hill with the rest of his
little band, commanding them to follow within reach of a signal. As he
arrived at the ambuscade where his six men, armed with bows and arrows,
were concealed, he perceived the enemy in full career across the plain.
The moon was in mid heaven, pouring her soft and tender light upon the
advancing squadron. As it neared the bottom of the mountain, Jeipal
discharged an arrow and shot the leader dead. Another and another
followed; and before the party could imagine that they were assailed by
a secret foe, ten of them were either killed or disabled. This checked
their career; they halted, and retreated a couple of hundred yards
beyond the ambush.
After a short pause they advanced at full gallop, and reached the base
of the hill in a few minutes, with the loss of another ten men, killed
or desperately wounded. Jeipal now gave the signal, and was joined by
the rest of his followers, who, rushing down the steep, sent their
arrows among the Mahomedans at the moment they were dismounting from
their horses. They were thrown into confusion at this fatal discharge,
and, before they had recovered from their consternation, were attacked
sword in hand by the furious Rajpoots. The slaughter was terrible.
Encumbered by their horses they could not act in unison, and their
leader being killed, they were dispirited. In a few minutes half of
them were slain; and the rest, remounting their steeds, galloped back
across the plain, where they were soon joined by a second party from
Delhi, which came to a halt beyond bowshot from the mountain.
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