numerous instruments of gold and silver, swords and quivers set with
jewels, and ten robes of honour wrought with gold, of the sultan’s own
dresses, with various other articles.
Ibn Batūta was accompanied on this mission by one of the chief of the
Ulema, and by a favourite officer of the emperor, who was intrusted with
the presents; and a guard of a thousand cavalry was appointed to conduct
them to the seaport where they were to embark. The Chinese ambassadors
and their suite returned homeward in their company. The embassy left
Delhi in the year 1342, but had not proceeded far before they encountered
a serious obstacle to their movements, and found themselves engaged
in warlike operations. El Jalali, a city lying in their route, being
besieged by the Hindoos, Ibn Batūta and his companions determined, like
true Mussulmans, to unite with their distressed brethren in repelling
the infidel forces, and in the commencement their valour was rewarded
by success; but a great number of their troop suffering “martyrdom,”
and among the rest the officer who had been intrusted with the care of
the present, it was judged necessary to transmit an account of what
had taken place to Delhi, and await the further commands of the “Lord
of the World.” In the mean while the Hindoos, though, according to Ibn
Batūta, thoroughly subdued, if not exterminated, continued their attacks
upon the Moslems; and during one of these affrays our valiant traveller
was accidentally placed in the greatest jeopardy. Having joined his
coreligionists in pursuing the vanquished Hindoos, he suddenly found
himself and five others separated from the main body of the army, and
pursued in their turn by the enemy. At length his five companions,
escaping in different directions, or falling by the sword of the Hindoos,
disappeared, and he was thus left alone in the midst of the most imminent
danger. Just at this moment the forefeet of his horse sticking fast
between two stones, he dismounted to set the beast at liberty, and
observed, that having entered the mouth of a valley his pursuers had lost
sight of him, as he had of them. Of the country, however, the towns, the
roads, and the rivers he was totally ignorant; so that, thinking his
horse as good a judge of what was best as himself in the present dilemma,
he permitted the animal to select his own path. The horse, imagining,
perhaps, that shade and safety were synonymous, proceeded towards a part
of the valley where the trees were closely interwoven, but had no sooner
reached it than a party of about forty cavalry rushed out, and made our
ambassador prisoner.
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