But first a few words must be written of their history. For without
some such knowledge, there can be no understanding either of India or
of the qualities for which the Rajput stands. Modern India, as it is
now known, came to shape in the nine hundred or thousand years that
passed from the day of Alexander to the Mussulman conquests. Before
that period there was an India, still reflected in the Scriptures and
in the living beliefs of the people, when Aryan immigrants furnished
rulers and priests to dark Dravidian masses, cousins of those who still
people the South Sea Archipelagoes, peoples who even now form the
staple of the Southern Indian population, those who speak Tamil and
Telugu and migrate as labourers not only to Ceylon but even to Fiji and
Jamaica and Trinidad. But after the division of Alexander’s Eastern
Empire, that vast half-obscure series of invasions began which changed
the face of the greater part of the Indian continent and altered all
the constituents of its population. From the Bactrian Empire and its
Hellenized inhabitants, came Menander with the Ionians--Yávans as they
are known in Indian history. From the Oxus valley and Central Asia
came the Scythian Sákas and the Kusháns. And all of these accepted
the Buddhist faith and ruled kingdoms and helped learning and founded
new families. Then, in the end of the fourth and throughout the fifth
centuries, this India already so transformed, was flooded by the
vaster, all transmuting hordes of Gujjars and White Huns. Each horde in
turn swept into its embrace something of its predecessors, each being
widely mixed and composite. So to the last in all those conquering
peoples--and the Huns were a people on the move and not an army--there
were elements of Greek and Turk, Avar and Mongol, and Persian and
Caucasian--all the elements in short that go also to make up Eastern
Europe and its nations. Those were the peoples from whom descend the
Kshatriya caste of modern India, these fine well-mannered fiery
sportsmanlike Rajputs, who are the pride of their country. They look
like any Hungarian nobleman or Georgian chief; and all the centuries
spent in enervating climates and an austere faith have not taken from
them their dash and passionate fervour.
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