Legendary & romantic tales of Indian historyCaunter, Hobart
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Legendary & romantic tales of Indian history
Caunter, Hobart
India -- History -- Fiction
“He, Jugmul, who could spare the life of one who attempted his, and
give her safe conduct to her friends, is no ordinary man. We have more
to dread from Akbar’s magnanimity, than either from the number or
bravery of his followers, though he is acknowledged to command the best
disciplined armies in the East. What immortal glory would radiate from
my brow if this arm had not failed to rid the world of so distinguished
a foe.”
“You are eloquent in his praises.”
“Because he deserves all the good I can say of him, and all the hatred
I can feel towards him. Jugmul, I could barter my own life, and that of
all those of whose lives mine has been the source, to send that man to
the Assuras.”
The next morning the governor and his wife were on the ramparts
inspecting the defences; for, from the enemy’s movements, they
hourly expected an assault, against which every provision was made
which prudent foresight could suggest. Whilst Jugmul was surveying
the progress of new works that he had ordered to be raised behind
some low bastions where he considered the fortifications weak, a
sudden explosion was heard from before the walls, which dismayed the
besiegers. The shock was so great that all standing upon the ramparts
were thrown upon their faces. A considerable part of the lowest wall
had fallen, and opened a practicable breach. A second explosion
followed, still more terrible, and added to the ruin, opening another
breach not less formidable. It was soon evident that the enemy had
sprung two mines, and the besieged expected that the destruction of
their ramparts was about to be followed by a general assault. They
crowded the breach, to defend their city with a wall of human bodies.
The enemy, however, did not storm the town, as was expected. The cause
of this, although for a moment matter of anxious conjecture, was
soon ascertained. Two thousand of Akbar’s choicest troops, prepared
to storm, had advanced when the first mine exploded, under the
supposition that both mines had been sprung at the same moment. The
party immediately divided into two equal bodies, in order to enter both
breaches at once. One of the mines only had ignited, and, when the
party reached the other, they were scattered as with the shock of an
earthquake. The ground opened beneath their feet; numbers were blown
into the air; others had their limbs torn from the quivering trunks,
and a scene of consternation prevailed, altogether indescribable.
Fifteen Mogul officers and above four hundred men were killed.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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