Legendary & romantic tales of Indian historyCaunter, Hobart
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Legendary & romantic tales of Indian history
Caunter, Hobart
India -- History -- Fiction
In a mountain some few miles from the capital was a cave, reported
to be the haunt of wild beasts. This information had been privately
conveyed to Musaood, and he determined to take advantage of the
prince’s ignorance of this fact to accomplish the long-cherished
purpose of his soul. Mujahid made no objection to another expedition
into the forests in search of the lion and tiger, since that was a
pastime perfectly congenial with his adventurous spirit. With him
excitement was a vital principle. The announcement of peril was music
to his ear. He was accompanied by his favourite, Mahmood Afghan, who
always attended him in his excursions, whether of war or of pleasure.
He went as usual armed with his bow, a well-filled quiver, and his
cimeter, which had been tried in many a rough encounter with foes, in
whose blood it had been frequently steeped.
Musaood had lost nothing of the prince’s confidence: so admirably did
he mask his feelings, that not a creature save his sister knew, and
no one suspected his deadly hostility to the son of Mahomed Shah.
Nothing could exceed his apparent zeal in seeking to administer to the
enjoyments of the prince, who was a perfect slave to his pleasures; and
Mujahid acknowledged the professed fidelity of the late spice-bearer’s
son with especial marks of favour.
Upon approaching the forest where the pleasures of the chase were to
be enjoyed, the skies began to lower, and to threaten one of those
violent elemental conflicts occasionally witnessed within the tropics,
and of which even the Alpine storms in Europe can afford but a faint
conception. It soon became too evident that a hurricane was to be
expected, and the only thing which now occupied the thoughts of the
party was where they should find shelter.
The prince was at this time separated from his followers, being
accompanied only by Mahmood, Musaood, and a menial attendant. This
had been purposely contrived by his foe, to whom, however, not the
slightest suspicion of any sinister design attached.
The sun soon became veiled by a succession of coppery clouds which
rapidly overspread the sky, opening at intervals in different places,
and emitting momentary flashes of lightning. The rain quickly began to
fall upon the broad smooth leaves of the trees; the birds flew to the
foliage, and chirped dolefully. Snakes and lizards crawled from beneath
the bushes, where they had been basking in the genial sunshine, and
crept into the tufts of high grass with which the jungle abounded. A
gloom passed over the earth, like the sudden setting in of night, and
the distant howlings of the forest community gave a strong feature of
dreariness to the scene.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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