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| Keywords: The Adventures of Akbar artillery.jpg News echoed Sumbal contemptuously; we have half a hundred such runaways coming in every day It is no news that King Humâyon is better liked than Kumran Lo hast thou it at last He snatched the portfire from the sergeant and went toward the gun Stay one moment friend said the grave and silent man with sudden command in his voice A moment's hastiness may bring disaster Discretion is better than valour Yonder boy brings news ”he waves his arms ”he shouts Stay at least till we can hear what he says Sumbal laughed Bah But see you I stay my hand while I count ten ”no more One two three four The artillery men amused at the race leaned over He runs well ”He will win ”He will lose ”He climbs like a hill cat ” ” Five six seven eight nine And now unintelligible from sheer breathlessness Roy's voice is heard The grave silent Râjput leaps out to meet him Ten Sumbal's hand swings the portfire to the breech Roy sees it throws up his arms wildly and with a cry ” The bastion The bastion The Heir-to-Empire falls headlong into the Râjput's arms What did he say asked the master fireworker pausing half surprised half angry But the Râjput was too busy tearing aside Roy's flimsy bloodstained waistcoat to answer Something about the bastion and the Heir-to-Empire master said the sergeant doubtfully Mayhap 'twould be as well to wait till we can see more clearly Kumran he added in a lower voice would stick at naught ” ” Sumbal hesitated then put down the portfire and walked over to the fallen lad beside whom the stranger was kneeling He is not dead He is not dead said the grave silent Râjput looking up his face working the tears streaming down his bronzed cheek My master is not dead Who asked Sumbal uncomprehending I knew it must be he went on the man exultantly even in his grief None could do that sort of thing save a Sun hero My Master my King See here the race mark on his breast The sign of uttermost truth My Master My King But Roy did not hear himself called thus He did not even know for days afterwards if he had succeeded or if he had failed; for a wound just above the heart close to the sign-mark of his race very nearly carried him off into the Shadowy Land where all things are remembered yet all are forgotten But he had succeeded He had saved the Heir-to-Empire's life that dawn and a day or two afterwards Kumran daily more hated for his cruelty had escaped and the soldiers rejoiced to get rid of him flung open the gates of the Bala Hissar thus ending Prince Akbar's adventures 1913 http //www heritage-history com/www/heritage-books php Dir books MenuItem display author steel book akbar story dawn Creator John Liston Byam Shaw PD-old Artillerymen The Adventures of Akbar Mughal artillery Artillery in art | ||||
