Legendary & romantic tales of Indian historyCaunter, Hobart
History
Legendary & romantic tales of Indian history
Caunter, Hobart
India -- History -- Fiction
He could not be prevailed upon to make any further communication; but
relapsed into silence. The slave was abashed before the presence of
a man whom he despised, and who, he felt satisfied was an impostor;
nevertheless, he dared not commit an act of violence against one
generally held to be in direct communication with Heaven. In spite of
his incredulity, he could not conceive how the pretended diviner had
evaded the scrutiny of his guards. He had used every precaution to
detect the imposture, without success. Day after day passed on, but the
same report was every morning received that the saint had not tasted
food. Multitudes flocked round the tent to behold this extraordinary
man. Persons who were diseased approached to touch him, imagining
that their distempers would be removed by the sacred contact. He
pronounced blessings upon the poor, which won him the homage of the
needy crowd who thronged to receive his benedictions. The marvel of his
supernatural fast rapidly spread over the country, and people came from
every part of the vicinity to behold him.
The term of his abstinence at length expired: no one had seen him taste
a morsel of food or a drop of water for forty days. On the morning
of the forty-first day he rose, and, quitting his tent, was greeted
with profound reverence by thousands who had assembled to behold
him. Money was thrown at his feet, which he picked up and scattered
among the religious mendicants who had come far and near to offer him
their homage. He now partook of a small quantity of milk, and then
turning his face towards the holy city, repeated a certain prayer.
Having poured dust upon his head, he crossed his arms upon his breast,
and invoked audibly the name of the Prophet; then came the solemn
objurgation:
“Woe to the man of blood! he shall fall by the hand of him from whose
eyes he has shut out the sunbeam! The sceptre shall drop from the grasp
of his minion, who shall find that happiness is not the inheritance of
kings. But the innocent shall not be confounded with the guilty: the
slave shall be requited as becomes a regicide! The voice of our holy
Prophet has spoken, and it shall come to pass!”
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