Legendary & romantic tales of Indian historyCaunter, Hobart
History
Legendary & romantic tales of Indian history
Caunter, Hobart
India -- History -- Fiction
The Mahomedans began now to waver in their turn. The Hindoos being
inspired with fresh courage advanced to the charge with an impetuosity
which caused the Ghiznivites to recoil; Mahmood, at this moment
perceiving his troops about to retreat, leaped from his horse, and
prostrating himself raised his eyes to heaven, and in an attitude of
the humblest supplication implored the divine aid. Then mounting his
horse, he took his principal general by the hand, by way of encouraging
him and the troops under his command, and advanced on the enemy. The
solemnity of his manner and of the act which he had just performed
filled the soldiers with holy fervour. They expected that the prayer
of their sovereign, so piously offered, would be heard, and gazed upon
him with the enthusiasm of men determined to conquer or perish. As he
advanced he cheered them with such energy that, ashamed to abandon
their king, with whom they had so often fought and bled, and who had
always led them on to conquest, they with one accord gave a loud shout
and rushed forward. In this charge, made with an impetuosity which
nothing could resist, the Moslems broke through the enemy’s line, and
fighting with that confidence which this advantage inspired, soon
left five thousand of their foes dead upon the field. The rout became
general, and the vanquished Hindoos fled on all sides.
The garrison of Somnat beholding the defeat of their companions gave
themselves up to despair, abandoned the defence of the city, and
issuing from the gate to the number of several thousand embarked in
boats, intending to proceed to the island of Serindip, the modern
Ceylon. This attempt, however, was frustrated by the vigilance of the
king, who having secured several boats left in a neighbouring creek,
manned them with rowers, together with a detachment of his best troops,
and pursued the fugitives, on which occasion he took some and sank
others of their flotilla, so that very few escaped.
Having now placed guards round the walls, and at the gates, Mahmood
entered Somnat, accompanied by his sons, a few of his nobles and
principal attendants. He found the city entirely deserted by the
troops, but there remained within the walls an almost infinite number
of pilgrims and devotees, who were in the daily habit of offering their
devotions before the celebrated idol. Many of the inhabitants were
persons of great wealth, upon whom the Mahomedan king did not hesitate
to levy such contributions as the conquerors of earlier times never
failed to impose upon the rich who happened to be among the vanquished.
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