Legendary & romantic tales of Indian historyCaunter, Hobart
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Legendary & romantic tales of Indian history
Caunter, Hobart
India -- History -- Fiction
Beginning to feel drowsy from the effects of the draught which she
had taken before ascending the pile, and fearful lest, if she allowed
herself to be overcome by sleep, some base advantage might be taken
of her, she paced the vault rapidly in order to dissipate the effects
of the narcotic, the influence of which had not entirely subsided. In
a short time some one again entered the apartment, and the same voice
informed her that a curry had been prepared, and a jar of Gangetic
water provided for her neither of which she felt any inclination to
touch. It occurred to her that the food might contain some treacherous
drug; she therefore determined not to taste it.
Her heart now reverted to her infant with all a mother’s longing. When
she thought of its being in the hands of comparative strangers, who
could not feel towards it a parent’s tenderness, her anxiety became
vehement. It was her only tie upon earth, and the big tear filled her
eye as she reflected that she had probably beheld it for the last time.
Having at length walked off the effects of the potion, the excitement
of her mind dispelled all desire to sleep, and she seated herself upon
the floor of her gloomy apartment, determined to wait with patience the
issue of her odious captivity.
She was not long allowed to enjoy the solitary quiet of her own
thoughts. This was soon interrupted by a strange sound like the roaring
of flames within a narrow flue, and shortly after the vault was filled
with a pale dusky light which gave a horrible aspect to everything
around. It illumined the chamber, which she now perceived was a small
circular cavern, with a domed roof, in the centre of which was a square
aperture that passed upward beyond the reach of the eye, emitting
no light, and through this it was clear that she had been lowered
immediately after she ascended the pyre.
The sudden glare which had succeeded to the intense darkness, produced
such an oppression upon the sight that she was obliged to close her
eyes for several moments. When she opened them, a scene was presented
to her view, which, though it excited her terrors, could not subdue
her constancy. The chamber appeared filled with shapes of the most
horrible description; these approached her, and standing by her side,
seemed to deride her with demoniacal ferocity. She heard no sound, but
the objects presented to her view were appalling. She saw women in
every conceivable state of mutilation, writhing under the infliction of
demons, who grinned with ferocious delight at the agonized contortions
of their victims. Creatures of monstrous form and lineament with
hideous countenances rushed towards her, threatening torments too
horrible to describe.
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