Legendary & romantic tales of Indian historyCaunter, Hobart
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Legendary & romantic tales of Indian history
Caunter, Hobart
India -- History -- Fiction
“Well, I see no objection to the change. As you know, I once saved
the Emperors life, and his liberality upon that occasion was the
source of all my present wealth. For a while he was a wanderer in
foreign countries; but he has since resumed his throne, and governs
his subjects with equity. He might chance to remember and acknowledge
the outcast, though princes have not the credit of awakening unwelcome
recognitions. We will go: any change will be for the better, and at
Delhi the facilities of traffic are great.--We will go.”
The wife, who was obedient to her husband in all things, made no
objection, and the Pariah family were soon settled in the Mogul
capital. In a populous city, where beauty is sought after and
admiration easily won, the personal attractions of Yhahil could not
long remain a secret. The beautiful Pariah was continually spoken of,
and at length the reputation of her attractions reached beyond the
immediate neighbourhood in which her parent had taken up his abode. She
seldom quitted the house that there was not a buzz of admiration; and
as it was not the custom of her tribe, as of women of caste, to appear
seldom abroad, and then always with the face covered, she was seen
every day, and the fame of her beauty spread rapidly over the city.
Passing one morning through the bazaar, which was greatly crowded, she
was struck down by the pole of a palenkeen. The person within having
been immediately made acquainted with the accident from the cries of
the crowd, ordered his bearers to stop, and proceeded to the sufferer’s
assistance. Commanding her to be put into his palenkeen, and having
ascertained where she lived, she was carried home, he walking by her
side.
The father, surprised at witnessing so unusual a cavalcade approaching
his door, rushed out with instinctive apprehension of mischief. Upon
seeing his daughter, he began to make heavy lamentations, until he
heard her assurances that she had only been stunned; and quitting the
palankeen she speedily removed his alarm. The stranger was invited
to partake of some refreshment, which invitation he did not decline.
He was evidently a Mahomedan of rank; and the Pariah was flattered
at seeing a man, to whom the multitude bowed in homage, seated at
his board, from which all but outcasts had been hitherto excluded.
The guest at length retired, after having signified that he should
occasionally repeat his visit, which was anxiously pressed by the
parents, and seconded by their daughter, not without that silent
eloquence of the eyes, which speaks with a sweeter emphasis than the
tongue can impart to words.
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