East India Company -- Fiction; Historical fiction; India -- History -- 1526-1765 -- Fiction
"You'll find our game very simple, Captain Hawksworth. The object is to
take the ball between the posts you see there, what we call the _hal_.
There are two teams of five players, but we normally rotate players
every twenty minutes." His horse reared again in anticipation as the
new ball was brought onto the field. "Years ago we played only during
the hours of day, but then our Moghul's father, the great Akman,
introduced the burning ball, so he could play at night. It's _palas
_wood, very light and slow-burning."
Hawksworth felt a nudge on his hand and looked down to see a stick
being passed upward by one of the attendants. The handle was sheathed
in silver, and the stick itself was over six feet long, with a
flattened curve at the bottom, like a distorted shepherd's crook.
Hawksworth lifted it gingerly, testing its weight, and was surprised by
its lightness.
"You will be playing on the team of Abul Hasan." He nodded toward a
middle-aged man with a youthful face and no moustache. "He is a _qazi_
here in Surat, a judge who interprets and dispenses law, and when he's
not busy abusing the powers of his office, he presumes to challenge me
at _chaugan_." The official bowed slightly but did not smile. His
dappled gray mare was sniffing at the governor's stallion. "He thinks
he has me at a disadvantage, since in Agra we played with only one
goal, whereas here they use two, but _chaugan _is a test of skill, not
rules. He leads the white turbans." Only then did Hawksworth notice
that the governor's team all wore red turbans.
The governor waved to his attendant. "A clean turban for the English
captain."_
_"I'd prefer to play as I am." Hawksworth saw a flash of disbelief in
the governor's eyes. It was obvious he was never contradicted. "I never
wear a hat, though it seems in India I'm still called a _topiwallah_.
"Very well, Captain Hawksworth. The _topiwallah _wears no turban." He
seemed to smile as he turned to the other players and signaled for play
to start. "Abul Hasan's team is composed of Surat officials, Captain.
You will notice, however, that I am teamed with some of our merchants--
Muslim, of course, not Hindus--something I must do to ensure challenging
opponents. The mere presence of merchants here today should give you
some idea how very tedious I find living in Surat. In Agra no merchant
would be allowed near a _chaugan _field. But here my officials enjoy
winning their money so much that I am forced to relent." And he laughed
warmly.
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