Legendary & romantic tales of Indian historyCaunter, Hobart
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Legendary & romantic tales of Indian history
Caunter, Hobart
India -- History -- Fiction
One figure, representing a sort of hippogriff, armed with a weapon of
torture, from which branched a great number of barbs, was seen standing
over a prostrate female, into whose bare bosom he continually thrust
the instrument, while she appeared to be convulsed with agony beneath
the frightful infliction. Upon the head of this monster was a square
tablet of Palmyra leaf, on which was traced in fiery characters, “Such
is the doom of those who despise the favours of Somnat’s god.”
The sight of this object recalled the widow’s terrors. The conviction
instantly came that she beheld a mere juggle, and her alarm at once
subsided. What she saw might be the effect of sorcery, but it was
clear to her that the farce was got up in order to terrify her into a
participation of guilt, at which her pure soul revolted. The voice of
the odious Brahmin recurred to her recollection, and the illusion at
once vanished.
She determined to perish rather than become the willing dupe of a
being, the thought of whom inspired her with ineffable abhorrence.
Gazing calmly at the mummery, which after a while subsided, she
was again left in darkness and to the welcome solitude of her own
reflections. It was indeed a relief, for the continual excitement to
which she had been exposed rendered quiet a luxury, even amid the
impenetrable gloom of a dungeon.
CHAPTER VII.
Although Mahmood had been so severely foiled in his attempts upon
the city of Somnat, still he resolved not to abandon the enterprise.
Their success in repelling the besiegers had elevated the courage
of the Hindoos to the highest pitch of enthusiasm. They persuaded
themselves that the power of their idol had been exerted in favour of
his worshippers, and that their enemies would perish to a man. Several
fanatics singly quitted the fort, to cast defiance in the enemy’s
teeth, and brave death, which the Mahomedan sovereign inflicted upon
them, with undaunted resolution worthy of a better cause. They appeared
to glory in their martyrdom, as scarcely an hour had passed, since the
first repulse of the besiegers, in which these executions had not taken
place in sight of the ramparts.
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