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Updated: July 16, 2025
Then a proclamation was shouted in the marketplace in the name of the Chief Commissioner calling all to come and sit in seats which had been prepared around the parade ground before his elephant stockades to witness the celebration of Neela Deo's recovery. Great was the rejoicing. Many Europeans of distinction answered the Chief Commissioner's invitation from as far as Bombay.
She looked to see the skin break away and fall apart at once. She expected to see an elephant's head split open. It was nerve-wrecking an arena of giant violence. "Pray the gods to send Neela Deo!" one of the mahouts shouted. "Pray the gods to send Neela Deo!" others called back. The Gul Moti knew that Neela Deo did not fight; that it was his leadership they needed.
The pale one raced away from him, wheeling suddenly and coming in behind his head. His trunk came around feeling of Chakkra! "He wants Neela Deo! His heart is alone!" Chakkra cried out. "Pray the gods to send Neela Deo!" the mahouts answered together. And from the khud-wall behind them, a thundering challenge rolled down. It was like an avalanche of dynamic power.
This is the story of Neela Deo, King of all elephants! Protector of the Innocent! Defender of Defenders! Equitable King! For his sake, knowledge of the place where he was known and of those who looked upon his person, shall go down from generation to generation into the future and shall be continued forever, under the illumination of his name.
This was a movement no one had anticipated. Nothing like it was in the plan; the Chief Commissioner had not intended to ride! But Neela Deo demanded him and there was nothing for it but to go; so with a very white face, he stepped into the howdah. Waves upon waves of enthusiasm swept the multitude. They shouted to heaven for all time it was established.
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