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Updated: May 22, 2025
A procession of palanquins entered the courtyard: but while we were asking, "Where is Jivaji?" armed men burst out of the litters like a storm, and bore you off before we knew what had happened. Shortly after, Jivaji came to tell us he had been waylaid and captured by a Mussulman noble of the Vijapur court. That night Jivaji and I touched the nuptial fire and swore bloody death to this villain.
Where would you go? Turn back! Soldiers, stand firm in your loyalty to your master Jivaji! do your last sacred duty by him! Father! Free her, soldiers! She is my daughter. She is the widow of our master. Her husband, though a Mussulman, was staunch in his own faith. Soldiers, keep this old man under control! I defy you, mother! You, soldiers, I defy! for through death and love I win to freedom.
After waiting long, we have been freed from our solemn pledge to-night; and the spirit of Jivaji, who lost his life in this battle, lawfully claims you for wife. Father, it may be that I have disgraced the rites of your house, but my honour is unsullied; I loved him to whom I bore a son.
See, there lies the body of your husband. Jivaji? Yes, Jivaji. He was your husband by plighted troth. The baffled fire of the nuptial God has raged into the hungry fire of death, and the interrupted wedding shall be completed now. Do not listen, my child. Go back to your son, to your own nest darkened with sorrow.
Your words I hear, but cannot take to heart. Leave me, father, leave me alone! Do not try to bind me with your love, for its bands are red with my husband's blood. Alas! no flower ever returns to the parent branch it dropped from. How can you call him husband who forcibly snatched you from Jivaji to whom you had been sacredly affianced? I shall never forget that night!
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