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Updated: June 28, 2025
When this was announced, nobody thought of doubting the wisdom of the Maharajah's decision to shut up the gates of the city, and trust to the improbability of the English venturing to attack him in such small numbers, not knowing his resources. So that very night, lest any word should go abroad of the strait of the warriors of Chita, the gates were shut. But all the city knew. Moti knew.
Neela Deo had gone out to find the Gul Moti, carrying the Chief Commissioner and Son of Power. No one had come back. Calamity must have fallen. Men went out on horses to trace them. But it was certain priests of Hanuman who found the caravan first. They overheard talk of strange happenings; but more about Neela Deo's undreamed-of achievement.
Presently it grew late, but still Moti wandered on until suddenly in the gathering darkness he came right upon a tiger who was contentedly eating his horse. 'You thief! shrieked Moti, and ran up and, just as the tiger, in astonishment, dropped a bone whack! came Moti's staff on his head with such good will that the beast was half stunned and could hardly breathe or see.
'What do you mean? cried Moti, with his mouth full of rice, 'it's my horse; I paid you fifty pieces of silver for it quite a bargain, I'm sure! 'Nonsense! it is our horse, answered one of the Afghans, beginning to untie the bridle. 'Leave off, shouted Moti, seizing his staff; 'if you don't let my horse alone I'll crack your skulls! you thieves! I know you!
So clumsy was he that he was always putting his great feet into the bowls of sweet milk or curds which his mother set out on the floor to cool, always smashing, upsetting, breaking, until at last his father said to him: 'Here, Moti, are fifty silver pieces which are the savings of years; take them and go and make your living or your fortune if you can.
But the poor fat officer could do nothing but squat on his knees with his hands together, gasping. At last, when he got his breath, Moti sent him off to bring his king, and to tell him that if he was reasonable his life should be spared. Off the poor man went, and by the time the troops of Moti's side had come up and arranged themselves to look as formidable as possible, he returned with his king.
'Well, you see, your majesty, replied Moti, 'there are so many chances that I may fall off, and if I choose one of your fine big horses I shall have so far to fall that I shall probably break my leg or my arm, if not my neck, but if I fall off this little beast I can't hurt myself much. A very comical sight was Moti when he rode out to the war.
They had not very far to go, but Moti's little pony, weighted with a heavy man and two big rocks, soon began to lag behind the cavalry, and would have lagged behind the infantry too, only they were not very anxious to be too early in the fight, and hung back so as to give Moti plenty of time.
He managed to remount by tucking the girl's swaying form under his left arm. Then he pillowed her head on his shoulder, and, letting the horse walk, strove to rub her hands. Fortunately, Moti did not stumble. Perhaps the weight of a double burthen suggested the need of care, but, whatever the explanation of the animal's excellent behavior, they reached the broken-down carriage without accident.
Quickly regaining his feet Moti began to swing his plant round his head and to shout: 'Where are your men? Bring them up and I'll kill them. My regiments! Come on, the whole lot of you! Where's your king? Bring him to me. Here are all my fine fellows coming up and we'll each pull up a tree by the roots and lay you all flat and your houses and towns and everything else! Come on!
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