Though by no means liable to be dazzled by pompous exhibitions, Bernier
could not refuse his admiration to the Great Mogul’s hall of audience,
and the splendour of the peacock throne. In fact, the appearance of
this hall upon one of the principal Mohammedan festivals he considered
one of the most remarkable things which he saw during his travels. Upon
entering the spacious and lofty saloon the first object which met the
eye was the emperor himself seated upon his throne, and attired in the
most magnificent and gorgeous style of the East. His robe was composed
of white satin with small flowers, relieved by a rich border of silk and
gold; his turban, of stiff cloth of gold, was adorned with an aigrette,
the stem of which was crusted with diamonds of prodigious size and
value, in the midst of which a large oriental topaz of unparalleled
beauty blazed like a mimic sun; while a string of large pearls fell from
his neck upon his bosom, like the beads of a devotee. The throne was
supported upon six large feet of massive gold, set with rubies, emeralds,
and diamonds. But its principal ornament were two peacocks, whose
feathers were imitated by a crust of pearls and jewels. The real value
of this throne could not be exactly ascertained, but it was estimated
at four azores, or forty millions of rupees.—At the foot of the throne
stood all the numerous emirs or princes of the court, magnificently
apparelled, with a canopy of brocade with golden fringe overhead, and all
round a balustrade of massive silver, to separate them from the crowd of
ordinary mortals, who took their station without. The whole riches of the
empire seemed collected there in one heap, for the purpose of dazzling
and astonishing the crowd. The pillars of the saloon were hung round with
brocade with a gold ground, and the whole of the end near the throne was
shaded with canopies of flowered satin, attached with silken cords and
nets of gold. Upon the floor immense silken carpets, of singular fineness
and beauty, were spread for the feet of the courtiers. In short, wherever
the eye could turn, the heart and secret thoughts of the assembly not
being visible, its glances alighted upon a blaze of grandeur, above,
around, below, until the aching sight would gladly have sought repose
among the serener and more soothing beauties of external nature.
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