British -- India -- Fiction; India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction
Before inviting Mr Burgrave to return with him to the turret, Colonel
Graham went the round of the defences, to make sure that the sentries
were all on the alert. He had in his mind more than one occasion on
which the tribes had advanced to the attack under cover of a parley,
and with the rear of the fort in its present condition he could not
neglect any precautions. The heaps of rubbish on the opposite bank of
the narrow channel which Runcorn had cleared for the water were a
cause for constant anxiety, since a small force of resolute men posted
behind them might render the new breastwork untenable, but nothing
could be done to them at present.
“I would give ten years of my life for a forty-eight hours’
armistice!” said the Colonel to Mr Burgrave, as they mounted the steps
to the loophole of the turret, below which the Hindu was waiting, his
two attendants having paused at a respectful distance.
“What message do you bring?” asked Colonel Graham, after the usual
salutations had been exchanged.
“This unworthy one brings to your lordship the words of Syad Bahram
Khan, Sword-of-the-Faith: ‘Who can stand against the will of Allah?
This night His hand has been heavy upon my army, even as upon that of
the sahibs, and many men are killed, and many also buried while yet
alive under the ruins of their quarters. Let there then be peace
between us for three days. We will continue to hold our lines from the
bridge to the godowns, but we will not cross the canal, nor come out
upon the open space; and I would have the sahibs swear also that they
will keep to their fort and the other bank of the canal, and not cross
it on either side to attack us. Then shall the dead be buried and the
injured cared for, and both sides may also repair their damaged
defences, but it is forbidden to raise any new ones. What is the
answer of the Colonel Sahib?’”
“Can’t be much doubt, can there?” said Colonel Graham to the
Commissioner.
“I suppose not. But how coolly they talk of wasting three days! It
seems as if they thought they had a lifetime before them to spend on
this siege.”
“Well, so much the better for us--on this occasion, at any rate. When
is the armistice to begin?” he asked of Narayan Singh; “now, or
to-morrow morning?”
“At daybreak to-morrow, sahib,” was the answer, after a moment’s
consideration.
“So be it,” said Colonel Graham. “Then they _have_ something on hand!”
he added to Mr Burgrave. “If Bahram Khan were all anxiety for his
wounded, as he would like us to think, of course he would want the
armistice to begin at once. But he knows we shan’t fire at his men if
they begin digging out the poor wretches now, and he would like three
clear days for some plot of his own. What can it be?”
“Perhaps he merely hopes to catch us off our guard to-day,” suggested
the Commissioner.
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