India -- History -- 1526-1765 -- Fiction; Maratha (Indic people) -- History -- Fiction
"O nobles, and well-wishers of the State!" cried the Secretary, in a
strong, manly voice, "it is not mere ceremony for which ye have been
called together this day; and it is not that the present urgent matters
might not be disposed of by the Shah--may his splendour increase;--but
in affairs of such moment, he would have the advice and assistance of
older men, and of those who, for years past, have given their faith
and their blood freely for the kingdom, and for his family; and surely
nothing need be done in private, when ye, O Moslems! can be witnesses
before God and the Prophet.
"Lo, friends in the faith! he hath called ye together because of those
grievous rumours of treachery which prevail: and because of intrigues
which have sown distrust between man and man in this city. Of these,
two have been revealed to him by means little short of a miracle, and
yet so true, that a child may understand them. Hear, then, what my lord
the King will say to ye--listen!"
A low murmur arose through the assembly as men spoke in short, eager
whispers to each other. Who was to be accused? To whom did these
introductory remarks refer in particular? Many a secret traitor then
sitting there, trembled upon his seat. Were he denounced, he felt there
would be no alternative between detection and almost instant death, and
there were not a few who repeated to themselves the dying confession of
faith. If it was to be, it was to be; there was no escape now.
The King spoke from his seat, and though his voice was of a gentler
character than his Secretary's, its silvery ringing tones were even
more distinctly heard.
"O friends and subjects!" he said, "many words are hardly needful when
the understanding is to have clear scope for action, and I desire all
to consider what will be now put before ye. As God hath appointed me
His deputy on earth to govern this kingdom, so I am answerable to
Him for it, and for you, my people. This I clearly admit. If it be
glorious, are ye not so? If it be tranquil, are ye not safe? If it be
humbled, are ye not humbled likewise? Is any one weary of our service,
let him leave it, but for the rest, let us be united: let it not be
said by our enemies that we could be seduced and divided, or that our
foolish quarrels are worse than the petty jealousies of the women of a
divided house. O noble Dekhanies, put enmity and treachery from among
ye: is it come to this, that they exist? Listen."
The King paused, and seemed to be searching under his cushions, while
the sounds of his last words, rising to the vaulted roof, trembled in
a sweet faint murmur, and died away among its fretted recesses; and as
yet the rapt silence of the assembly was unbroken.
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