India -- History -- 1526-1765 -- Fiction; Maratha (Indic people) -- History -- Fiction
Did our space admit of it, we would tell how friends on both sides met
for the betrothal; and how,--there being no time for more lengthened
ceremonies,--they stood up and interchanged packets of betel-leaf
covered with gold and silver foil. How both sides swore that those
they represented should never swerve from the contract; how the first,
and hundred and tenth chapters of the Kôrán, were said devoutly by the
Moolla and the assembly; and what good things were provided at night by
Lurlee Khánum and her trusty cook Kurreema, for those who came to the
quiet ceremony. Many were the complaints of Lurlee's female friends,
and perhaps Zyna's also, that there was not greater rejoicing; but
Afzool Khan made it known that, when the marriage did take place,
there should be no stint; and so the neighbours were satisfied for the
present, and consoled themselves with hope for the future.
Bulwunt's wounds had proved of less consequence than was supposed
at first, and loss of blood had caused the weakness under which he
suffered on the night of the scene in the temple. He was now able to
move about, and even to ride, and in the ensuing campaign, in a country
which he knew thoroughly, his local experience would be of great use.
He was not, however, sanguine as to the result. As he expressed it,
hunting Sivaji and Maloosray would be like chasing the wind; it would
be heard and felt, but never seen. Nevertheless they might be brought
to terms, and hereafter become worthy servants of the royal house.
Everything, therefore, being prepared, and the royal astrologers having
fixed a fortunate day and hour for the commencement of the march,
the whole of the troops were drawn out in battle-array on the plain
north of the fort, and the young King bade the leaders God-speed.
Descending from his elephant, he embraced the old Khan, his son, and
other noblemen and gentlemen of note; and as the royal Nagárás, or
kettle-drums, which had been directed to accompany the force, struck up
a march, and were answered by those of every body of horse, infantry,
and artillery on the field,--the troops at once proceeded to their
several destinations, a few miles distant, shouting the war-cries of
their several leaders.
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