East India Company -- Fiction; Historical fiction; India -- History -- 1526-1765 -- Fiction
If I fail now, what will happen to the legacy of Akman, his great work
to unify India? Will India return to warring fiefdoms, neighbor pitted
against neighbor, or fall to the Shi'ites? The very air around me hints
of treachery.
With that thought he momentarily inspected the placement of his
personal crest on the thick wooden door of the fortress reception hall
and pushed it wide. A phalanx of guards trailed behind him into the
room, which he had claimed as his command post for the duration of his
stay in Burhanpur. The immense central carpet had been freshly
garlanded around the edges with flowers.
The fortress, the only secure post remaining in the city, had been
commandeered by Jadar and his hand-picked guard. His officers had taken
accommodations in the town, and the troops had erected an enormous tent
complex along the road leading into the city from the north. Their
women now swarmed over the bazaar, accumulating stores for the march
south. Bullock carts of fresh produce glutted the roads leading into
the city, for word had reached the surrounding villages that Burhanpur
was host to the retinue of the prince and his soldiers from the north--
buyers accustomed to high northern prices. The villagers also knew from
long experience that a wise man would strip his fields and gardens and
orchards now and sell, before an army on the march simply took what it
wanted.
Rumors had already reached the city that the army of Malik Ambar,
Abyssinian leader of the Deccanis, was marching north toward Burhanpur
with eighty thousand infantry and horsemen. An advance contingent was
already encamped no more than ten _kos_ south of the city.
Jadar inspected the reception room until he was certain
it was secure, with every doorway under command of his men. Then he
signaled the leader of the Rajput guard, who relayed a message to a
courier waiting outside. Finally he settled himself against an immense
velvet bolster, relishing this moment of quiet to clear his mind.
The Deccan, the central plains of India. Will they ever be ours? How
many more campaigns must there be?
He recalled with chagrin all the humiliations dealt Arangbar by the
Deccanis.
When Arangbar took the throne at Akman's death, he had announced he
would continue his father's policy of military control of the Deccan. A
general named Ghulam Adl had requested, and received, confirmation of
his existing post of Khan Khanan, "Khan of Khans," the supreme
commander of the Moghul armies in the south. To subdue the Deccan once
and for all, Arangbar had sent an additional twelve thousand cavalry
south and had given Ghulam Adl a million rupees to refurbish his army.
But in spite of these forces, the Abyssinian Malik Ambar soon had set
up a rebel capital at Ahmadnagar and declared himself prime minister.
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