Imaginary wars and battles -- Fiction; Science fiction; War stories
“You have misunderstood me, my dear Mr. Heideck. Your personal honour is
to me so far beyond all doubt, that I should never think for a moment
of putting you on a level with those spies who are tried for their lives
when caught.”
At this moment one of the barefooted waiters, dressed in white, came
running and shouting into the saloon, “Great victory near Delhi! total
defeat of the Russian army!” at the same time triumphantly waving a
printed paper in his hand.
Mr. Kennedy jumped up, tore the paper from the boy’s hand, and read the
news given out by the Bombay Gazette.
“Yes, it is true,” he cried, his face beaming with joy. “A victory,
a great, decisive victory! Heaven be thanked--the fortune of war has
changed.”
He gave the bearer of the joyful news a piece of gold and hastened
to inform the ladies. Heideck, however, remained behind, immersed in
thought. The hotel soon became lively. The English ran here and there,
shouting to one another the contents of the despatch, while a growing
excitement gradually showed itself in the streets. In the so-called
fort, the European quarter of Bombay, torches were lighted and
feux-de-joie fired. Heideck took one of the traps standing in front
of the hotel and ordered the driver to drive through the town. Here he
observed that the rejoicings were confined to the fort. As soon as the
conveyance reached the town proper, he found that it presented the same
appearance as on his first visit, and that there was nothing to show
or indicate the occurrence of extraordinary events. In spite of the
lateness of the hour, the narrow streets were busy and full of traffic.
All the houses were lighted up, and all the doors open, affording a
view of the interior of the primitive dwellings, of the artisans busy
at their work, of the dealers plying their trade, of the housewives
occupied with their domestic affairs. Evidently the inhabitants troubled
no more about the war than about the terrible scourge of the Indian
population--the plague. The despatch announcing the victory, although
no doubt it was known in the native quarter, had evidently not made the
slightest impression.
About eleven o’clock Heideck returned to the hotel, where he found the
Kennedys and Edith still conversing eagerly on the terrace.
“Of course we shall not leave now,” he declared. “As soon as the
Russians have evacuated the north, we shall return to Simla.”
Heideck made no remark, and since the openly expressed and heartfelt joy
of the English affected him painfully, he soon took leave of them, and
went up to his room, which, like Edith’s, was on the second storey.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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