Legendary & romantic tales of Indian historyCaunter, Hobart
History
Legendary & romantic tales of Indian history
Caunter, Hobart
India -- History -- Fiction
The party proceeded slowly onward, on account of the narrowness and
ruggedness of the path, which would not admit of two going abreast. In
a short time, however, they had overcome the most difficult part of the
descent without interruption from their dreaded foes. They were already
congratulating themselves with having escaped, when a cry from the
attendant, who was a few yards behind his master and Mahmood, caused
the two latter to stop and turn. The cause of that cry of alarm was
soon explained. The two lions were seen making their way down the side
of the mountain at a very rapid rate, their ears depressed, the hair
on their tails erected, and exhibiting other signs of fury not to be
mistaken. It was impossible to avoid them as the path was still narrow
and rugged.
The prince, drawing his cimeter, placed himself in front of his two
companions, and undauntedly awaited the threatened onset. The male lion
was several paces in advance of the lioness, and, bounding forward,
stopped suddenly within about thirty feet of its intended victim, and
crouching a moment crawled a few yards upon its belly, then rising with
a quick motion sprang with the rapidity of lightning towards Mujahid.
He had been prepared for this; and when he saw the body of the angry
beast propelled towards him, as if urged by that Almighty force which
wings the thunderbolt, he leaped actively on one side, raised his
weapon, and urging it with all his force as the foe descended, struck
it in the mouth with the full impulse of an arm that, by a similar
stroke, had frequently severed the head of a buffalo. The sword crashed
through the jaws, forced its way into the throat, opening so hideous a
wound that the lion fell forward, writhed a few moments, and died.
The lioness, which had crouched several paces behind while her consort
was making its spring, seeing the issue of the contest, leaped forward
with a roar, and coming up to the prince before he had recovered his
guard, placed its paws upon his breast, and attempted to gripe him by
the throat. Mujahid grasped the savage by the windpipe, and keeping it
at arm’s length, prevented it from effecting its purpose; but it still
kept its claws fixed in his breast, which it lacerated in a frightful
manner, and at length seizing one of his hands crushed it dreadfully.
Still he managed to keep its head from his body.
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