Legendary & romantic tales of Indian historyCaunter, Hobart
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Legendary & romantic tales of Indian history
Caunter, Hobart
India -- History -- Fiction
“Now, my child,” said the father, “you have made a flattering conquest.
It is no common thing to find a prince entertaining honourable
intentions towards those looked upon by the world as excluded from all
society but the lowest: appreciate this as it deserves.”
“I shall, my father; but withal, flattering as such approbation is, it
may prove the mere effervescence of passion in a youthful bosom, that
will pass away with the occasion. At all events, be assured I shall
never give my consent to a union with any man upon whom I have not
first bestowed my heart.”
With this understanding Lallcheen prepared to introduce the prince, who
had declared his intention of visiting her father’s house that evening.
The lovers met in Agha’s apartments, and were mutually charmed with
each other.
CHAPTER II.
Although a slave, Lallcheen was possessed of considerable wealth, and
his house would not have disgraced the dignity of a nobleman. On the
day Gheias-ood-Deen had seen his slave’s daughter, he summoned the
father to his presence.
“I have been considering thy services, Lallcheen, and shall reward
them; from this moment thou art a free man.”
“I accept the royal boon with a bondman’s gratitude. But I marvel at
this sudden change in the king’s sentiments.”
“Thou hast a daughter.”
“True.”
“For her sake, I recall my resolution of the morning, and give thee
freedom; but thou must pay the price.”
“Name it; I am wealthy.”
“I only demand a single jewel.”
“If I possess it, the sovereign has only to signify his wish. What
jewel does the king demand?”
“Thy daughter.”
“Ha! thy slave must feel the honour deeply; but will not the monarch of
the Deccan be dishonoured by wedding a slave’s daughter?”
“Ay, in truth, he would, Lallcheen, if he were weak enough to wed a
slave’s daughter; but of that he dreams not. If I give thee liberty,
the lovely Agha must be mine upon my own terms.”
“King, I am your bondman, but not your pander. I despise liberty upon
the terms you offer it. My child would scorn an impure alliance even
with a mightier monarch than Gheias-ood-Deen. She has suitors of proud
lineage, who woo her with honourable love.”
“Then my offer is refused? ’Tis well! the power that governs an
empire is not to be slighted with impunity. You will repent this rash
decision,--retire.”
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