India -- History -- Sepoy Rebellion, 1857-1858 -- Fiction
“The news that has come through from Lucknow is that, for some time at
any rate, the garrison are confident they can hold out, while at
Delhi we know that our position is becoming stronger every day; the
reinforcements are beginning to arrive from England, and though the
work may be slow at first, our army will grow, while their strength will
diminish, until we sweep them before us. I need not stop until the
end, only till the peril is over, till Lucknow is relieved, and Delhi
captured.
“As we agreed, I have already sent in my resignation in the service,
and shall fight as a volunteer only. If we have to fight our way into
Lucknow, cavalry will be useless, and I shall apply to be attached to
one of the infantry regiments; having served before, there will be no
difficulty about that. I think there are sure to be plenty of vacancies.
Six months will assuredly see the backbone of the rebellion altogether
broken. No doubt it will take much longer crushing it out altogether,
for they will break up into scattered bodies, and it may be a long work
before these are all hunted down; but when the strength of the rebellion
is broken, I can leave with honor.”
There were but few preparations to be made for the wedding. Great
interest was felt in the fort in the event, for Isobel’s rescue from
Bithoor and Cawnpore, when all others who had fallen into the power of
the Nana had perished, had been the one bright spot in the gloom; and
there would have been a general feeling of disappointment had not the
romance had the usual termination.
Isobel’s presents were numerous and of a most useful character, for they
took the form of articles of clothing, and her trousseau was a varied
and extensive one.
The Doctor said to her the evening before the event, “You ought to have
a certificate from the authorities, Isobel, saying how you came into
possession of your wardrobe, otherwise when you get back to England you
will very soon come to be looked upon as a most suspicious character.”
“How do you mean, Doctor?”
“Well, my dear, if the washerwoman to whom you send your assortment
at the end of the voyage is an honest woman, she will probably give
information to the police that you must be a receiver of stolen
property, as your garments are all marked with different names.”
“It will look suspicious, Doctor, but I must run the risk of that till
I can remark them again. I can do a good deal that way before I sail. It
is likely we shall be another fortnight at least before we can start
for Calcutta. I don’t mean to take the old names out, but shall mark my
initials over them and the word ‘from.’ Then they will always serve as
mementoes of the kindness of everyone here.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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