Legendary & romantic tales of Indian historyCaunter, Hobart
History
Legendary & romantic tales of Indian history
Caunter, Hobart
India -- History -- Fiction
The onset was commenced by the Catti, who displayed a skill and
activity which at first somewhat confounded the slave, the latter
doing as much as he could in parrying the strokes of his adversary
without attempting to make a return. The vigour, however, of the Catti,
gradually abated; and finding that his blows were so successfully
parried, and that he was wasting his energies to no purpose, he began
to be more wary. The Abyssinian now occasionally became the assaulter,
but his efforts to hit the Rajpoot were foiled with equal skill.
Each of the champions had received slight blows, and appeared to be
so equally matched, that it was difficult to decide which had the
advantage. The Catti at length grew impatient and lost his caution.
His attack was more impetuous and reckless. In proportion as he became
heated the slave was cool; and taking advantage of his opponent’s
precipitation, just as the latter had raised his arm to strike, Yakoot
hit him suddenly above the elbow with such force that the bone of his
arm instantly snapped, the fractured member dropped powerless by his
side, and the wooden sword fell from his relaxed grasp.
This concluded the sports. The Rajpoot walked from the arena in
sullen disappointment, whilst the victor was borne in triumph upon
the shoulders of four men in a car, decorated with flowers. The Queen
quitted the balcony, and the gentle Bameea thought more ardently than
ever that the slave was in every respect a marvellous man.
CHAPTER II.
Early the next morning Yakoot was at work in the palace garden, which
was watered by a thousand fountains, and seemed to be the abode of all
the beautiful genii which preside over the operations of vegetation.
Flowers of all hues and fragrance decked the slopes and parterres;
shrubs of every description to which horticulturists have attached
value for their beauties or rare qualities, were here displayed in
lavish profusion; trees of every kind, celebrated for their fruits or
for some singular intrinsical production, were bountifully scattered
over this earthly paradise. Fish sported in the marble fountains which
terminated the walks; birds of various feather and accomplishment
warbled their gentle notes of love from the embowering foliage; doves
cooed from the arbours, and rabbits grazed upon small enclosed plats
especially dedicated to their enjoyments, but beyond which they could
not trespass, in consequence of a wire wall which debarred them from
passing the circles appropriated to them.
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