India -- History -- 1526-1765 -- Fiction; Maratha (Indic people) -- History -- Fiction
Tannajee felt in an instant that he had no chance if they entered, and
he knew that if taken his execution would be immediate and certain.
Just, therefore, as the dark figure of the foremost of the guard was
entering the shop behind Bulwunt, and by whose rapid tread and shouts
he was somewhat thrown off his guard, Tannajee gathered himself up
for a desperate blow, and delivered it with an abusive imprecation.
"Once I failed," he said--"not now!" As he spoke, the heavy weapon
descended with all his great strength; Bulwunt tried to stop it, but it
caught the edge, not the face of the shield, and, though he partially
succeeded, or he had never breathed more, glancing from the hard and
polished edge of the shield, it lighted upon Bulwunt's bare neck and
shoulder, cutting down to the bone in a ghastly manner.
Maloosray saw with exultation that the blood poured forth in a torrent,
and, as Bulwunt staggered and fell back, he called to his companion to
follow him, and both darted through the back apartments into a court
leading into a narrow street beyond, and as they passed they closed
both the doors behind them.
"Follow me!--a thousand rupees for Tannajee Maloosray's head!" cried
Fazil to the guard; and though they pursued him for a short distance,
all chance of capturing him was hopeless in that murky darkness and
heavy rain.
FOOTNOTE:
[7] The Royal well, which is surrounded by cloisters and rooms, where
travellers still put up.
CHAPTER XXIV.
It was no fear of Maloosray or lack of enterprise that caused the
young Khan to desist from his pursuit; but finding that his retainer
had not followed him, nor, indeed, any of the guard--the fear that
Bulwunt might have been wounded occurred to him, or that he had been
apprehended and detained. It was hopeless also to trace Maloosray, or
to ascertain which way he and his companion had proceeded, as they
issued from the door of the courtyard into the lane behind. Turning
back then, after he had run a few paces, by the way he had come, and
directed by the clamour inside the house, he passed rapidly through the
yard, and entered the room where the quarrel had taken place; this he
found filled with armed men, with several torch-bearers standing around
what appeared to be the dead body of his friend.
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