East India Company -- Fiction; Historical fiction; India -- History -- 1526-1765 -- Fiction
"First, sentries are posted on all the roads leading into the preserve
to keep villagers out, and then the entire preserve is surrounded by
beaters, we call them _qarawals_, who begin to close the circle and
drive in the game. For this week's hunt he used thirty thousand
_qarawals_. The grand master of the hunt informs His Majesty when the
game has been brought together. The next day the court and officers
from the army leave early, to be at the appointed place to meet His
Majesty when he arrives. His Majesty usually hunts alone at first, if
there are no tigers, and everyone else must wait at a distance of about
one _kos_. Only some members of the Imperial army are allowed to
accompany him, for protection. After His Majesty wearies of the kill,
then others of his choosing are allowed to kill the last of the game.
But if tigers are to be hunted, it's customary that only His Majesty
and the royal family enter the circle. It's always been the tradition
of Moghul rulers that only they and their kinsmen are allowed to hunt
tigers. But this hunt will be different. This time His Majesty will
merely watch."
"Who'll do the killing then?"
"That my surprise you, Ambassador. Let me merely say that it is no man.
You will see."
Hawksworth was still wondering what he meant. But the time was not far
away when he would know. They were nearing the area that Nadir Sharif
had said was designated for the hunt.
"Inglish," Arangbar shouted back over his shoulder. "Does your king
hunt?"
"Rarely, Your Majesty. But he has no elephants."
"Perhaps we should send him some. But then I assume he has no tigers
either. Should we also send him some tigers to run free in Ingland so
he can hunt them?"
"I'll remember to ask His Majesty."
"But first you must see our tigers for yourself, Inglish. Today you and
Nadir Sharif will join us as we go into the _qur_, the hunting round.
Have your elephants fitted with leather armor."
Nadir Sharif started with surprise. "I thank Your Majesty for the
honor."
Allaudin stirred in his _howdah_, and Hawksworth caught the disdain in
his eyes. "Majesty, why are you inviting the _feringhi _into the
_qur_?"
"Her Majesty suggested it. And it amuses me." Arangbar seemed to
dismiss Allaudin's question. "He will not have a weapon. All he'll do
is watch."
As servants rushed forward to begin fitting the leather armor,
Hawksworth saw the queen's elephant approach. This was the closest he
had ever been to her, and still he could not see her. Her _howdah _was
completely enclosed with curtains, which now flapped lightly in the
midday breeze.
"Her Majesty, Queen Janahara, will be going into the hunting circle."
Nadir Sharifs voice was discreet as he spoke to Hawksworth. "She rarely
joins in _shikar_, but she is an excellent shot. This is a rare honor
for you, Ambassador."
Hawksworth studied the closed howdah and wondered why the "honor"
seemed to leave him with such an uneasy feeling.
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