Legendary & romantic tales of Indian historyCaunter, Hobart
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Legendary & romantic tales of Indian history
Caunter, Hobart
India -- History -- Fiction
Tartar Chan already began to repent that he had sought the assistance
of the Moguls. Seeing how easily he had made an impression upon the
hostile forces, he was disposed to think that by judicious night
attacks he might with his own forces oblige them to raise the siege;
but he did not calculate the difference between an enemy prepared
and an enemy off their guard. Another such an enterprise must have
failed. Tartar Chan, though a brave, was a vain and stubborn man,
full of ambition and without integrity. He could not bear to think
of giving up the fortress to his allies, and holding it in fealty
under a prince who was not in the habit of allowing his vassals or
feudatories the privilege of independence. He had been relieved from
present embarrassment, and his pretensions rose in proportion. It was
a hard thing to relinquish authority which he had struggled so hard to
maintain, or at least to have it abridged by the influence of greater.
There was one difficulty: he knew it to be the prevailing feeling of
the garrison, that in case the enemy were obliged to raise the siege
by the Mogul army, the fortress should be put into the immediate
possession of their general. Babur’s government was popular, and he was
dreaded by all the neighbouring potentates. His renown as a warrior
filled the nations with awe. His alliance was a blessing--his hostility
a bane. The governor of Gwalior sought Sheikh Mahomed, as usual, in his
difficulties.
“Well, Sheikh,” said he, “I think we have been rash in so hastily
soliciting aid when we might have accomplished with our own arms what
we seek for from those of our allies.”
“Then why have you not done it? You grow presumptuous from temporary
good fortune; but, rely upon it, if you do not take heed, the success
of a moment will act as a spark upon gunpowder, and produce an
explosion that shall spread ruin around you. An act of bad faith can
find no excuse; it seldom remains unpunished sooner or later. Take my
word for it, that without speedy aid from the Moguls you must fall
under the domination of Hindoos, who towards Mahomedans, are the worst
of tyrants.”
“But what is life worth if we are obliged to give up all that renders
it desirable! I must relinquish my government, and I would rather die
than do that.”
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