Legendary & romantic tales of Indian historyCaunter, Hobart
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Legendary & romantic tales of Indian history
Caunter, Hobart
India -- History -- Fiction
The disappointed lover ceased not to encourage his passion, though it
was no longer requited. He became more than ever anxious to possess
the object of his attachment upon any terms, even at the hazard of
incurring the general odium of his countrymen.
Yhahil used frequently to walk in the suburbs of the town, accompanied
by a single female attendant. The restraints imposed generally upon
Hindoo women had no influence upon her. She appeared abroad daily
without reluctance. She had not seen the minister’s son since her
rejection of him, though her wanderings were never restricted. The
mortification occasioned by his proposal had bowed her proud spirit,
and she was determined to treat him with repelling scorn, should he
ever cross her path. For the present she was spared this exercise of
her indignation.
One morning she went out as usual, but did not return at her accustomed
hour. After a while her parents became uneasy. Evening drew on and
neither their daughter nor her attendant appeared. Night advanced,
and her place at the family meal was unoccupied. Their distress
was excessive. The next day passed, and she did not return. A dark
suspicion crossed the parents’ mind that she had fallen into the
Mahomedan’s hands, and that he had forcibly removed her from her home.
“There is but one way of frustrating the evil designs of that man,”
said the father to his sorrowing consort. “I will throw myself upon
the Emperor’s justice, and beseech him to enforce the restoration of
my child. He is a mild and merciful prince, whose clemency is only
excelled by his justice. He will remember that I once saved his life,
and force the son of his minister to restore my daughter.”
“Alas!” said the mother, “princes are apt to think too lightly of the
moral delinquencies of their nobles to imagine there is much enormity
in taking away the daughter of an outcast.”
“I have better hopes of the man who has been taught in the school of
adversity the difficult lesson of virtue. Cast from his throne to
wander for several years among strangers, he has personally known what
it is to suffer privation. Since his restoration to sovereignty he has
exercised the best virtues of a king. Why then should I distrust the
equity of a man whom I have known by experience to be generous, and
whom all acknowledge to be just.”
“But how will you obtain an audience?”
“I will cast myself at his feet at the next durbar, and implore the
royal interference to obtain the restoration of my child. It is
not much to ask from one who, though he has cancelled one bond of
obligation, may still do a supernumerary kindness to the man who risked
a valueless life to save that which has been a blessing to his people.”
The unhappy father determined to throw himself upon the kindness of the
Mogul monarch on the very next day of audience, and, having come to
this resolution, his hopes, of again beholding his daughter immediately
began to revive.
FOOTNOTES:
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