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At this gentle rebuke he flushed and held his head a shade higher. "I'm not afraid, Mummy. And I will keep the bracelet and I am bound." "That is my brave son." "She said I am Prithvi Raj." "She said true." Her hand caressed his hair. "Now you can run down and tell you are forgiven." "You too, Mummy?" "In a little time. Not just now. But see " Her brows flew up.
And his uncle, full of surprise, made answer: 'Quite well, my child, since I have the pleasure to see you. And when he heard that Prithvi had come even before eating any dinner, he gave orders for food: and they two, who were all day seeking each other's life, sat there together eating from one plate. "'In the morning we will end our battle, Uncle, said Prithvi Raj, when time came to go.
He had been in India till he was nearly eight; and he talked about India, as he talked about school, in a rather important voice, as befitted the only person present who knew anything of either. Roy was quite convinced he knew nothing at all about Rajputana or Chitor or Prithvi Raj or the sacred peacocks of Jaipur.
Roy gazed at it a moment, lost in admiration, still wondering; then he glanced at Tara's letter not scrawled, but written with laboured neatness and precision. "DEAR ROY, It was splendid. You are Prithvi Raj. I am sending you the bangel like Aunt Lila told us. It can't be gold or jewels. But I pulled the ribbin out of my petticote and put in sum of my hair to make it spangly.
One notable victory Prithvi Raja, the forlorn hope of Hindu chivalry, won at Thanesvar in 1192 over the Afghan hordes that had already driven the last of the Ghaznis from Lahore and were sweeping down upon Delhi, but in the following year the gallant young Rajput was crushingly defeated, captured, and done to death by a ruthless foe.
His own puzzled thoughts and her face and her voice became entangled with the chivalrous story of Prithvi Raj holding court in his hill fortress with Tara fit wife for a hero, since she could ride and fling a lance and bend a bow with the best of them. When Roy caught him up, he was in the midst of a great battle with his uncle, who had broken out in rebellion against the old Rana of Chitor.
But when penance was over, his noble nature was ready, like before, to embrace and be friends. Only that mean one, not able to kill him in battle, put poison in the sweets he gave at parting and Prithvi ate them, thinking no harm. So when he came on the hill near his palace the evil work was done. Helpless he, the all-conqueror, sent word to Tara that he might see her before death.
She listened half incredulous, wholly entranced, while Roy drew rapid word-pictures of the cities they would see together Udaipur, Chitor, Ajmir; and, not least, Komulmir, the hill fortress crowned with the 'cloud-palace' of Prithvi Raj and that distant Tara, her namesake.
"All day long they were fighting, and all night long they were lying awake beside great watch-fires, waiting till there came dawn to fight again...." His mother was telling, not reading now. He knew it at once from the change in her tone. "And when evening came, what did Prithvi Raj?
Many princes were rivals for her hand; but none would she call "lord" save the man who restored to her father the Kingdom snatched from him by an Afghan marauder. "On the faith of a Rajput, I will restore it," said Prithvi Raj. So, in the faith of a Rajputni, she married him: and together, by a daring device, they fulfilled her vow.
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