Legendary & romantic tales of Indian historyCaunter, Hobart
History
Legendary & romantic tales of Indian history
Caunter, Hobart
India -- History -- Fiction
“To the mighty Sultana, whose empire is as extensive as the spiritual
dominion of the Prophet.”
“Let him be summoned before me at the conclusion of the sports.”
“What a charming man!” said Bameea, the Queen’s favourite, one of the
ladies of her mistress’s court; “and a slave too! Those limbs of his
were never formed for manacles, nor that back for a scourge: what think
you?”
“That fine limbs and a handsome frame are only outward tokens of
beauty, and may conceal more deformity than the greatest monster
exhibits to a mere superficial scrutiny. Fruits of the richest colour
contain the deadliest poison; and they tell us of some, exquisite to
the eye, that yield only ashes.”
“Ah! you are one of those cautious beauties, Zophra, that will take
nothing upon trust. You would look into a diamond to see what it is
made of; but I am content with its brilliancy, and seek not to know
whether it is a mineral or vegetable, or a houri’s tear. Look at that
man again, and say if he is not beautiful in his bondage--if he is a
fit object for slavery.”
The Abyssinian had again come forward to exhibit his strength and skill
in another encounter of quite a different character from the first.
He was now about to wrestle with a gigantic man, dull in aspect and
ungainly in his motions, though of colossal dimensions and prodigious
muscularity of limb. They stood before each other, and immediately
commenced the struggle. The larger competitor seized his adversary
by the shoulder with such a vigorous grasp as left the impression of
every finger. The Abyssinian soon, however, disengaged himself, and
laying hold of his opponent by the waistband of his trousers, threw
him forward with astounding force upon his face. The fallen champion
rose actively to his feet, and with a flushed countenance again placed
his hand upon the shoulder of his opponent, and, striking him at the
same moment just below the knee, cast him to the earth; but as he fell
upon his side the victory was not obtained, it being necessary that the
vanquished man should be thrown upon his back.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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