TAILIEUCHUNG - THE GREAT MOGUL

His resigned words, uttered in the poetic tongue of Khorassan, might have been a polished verse of Sa'adi were they not the outpouring of a despairing heart The woman raised her burning eyes from the infant clinging to her exhausted breast. "Father of my loved ones," she said, "let you and the two boys travel on with the cow. If you reach succor, return for me and my daughter. If not, it is the will of God, and who can gainsay it?" The man stooped to pick up his staff. But his great powers of endurance, suddenly enfeebled by the ordeal thrust upon him, yielded utterly,. | 1 CHAPTER I CHAPTER II CHAPTER III CHAPTER IV CHAPTER V CHAPTER VI CHAPTER VII CHAPTER VII CHAPTER IX CHAPTER X CHAPTER XI CHAPTER XII CHAPTER XIII CHAPTER XIV CHAPTER XV CHAPTER XVI THE GREAT MOGUL 2 CHAPTER XVII CHAPTER XVIII CHAPTER XIX THE GREAT MOGUL BY LOUIS TRACY 1906 Copyright 1905 The Great Mogul CHAPTER I 3 CHAPTER I And is there care in Heaven Spenser s Faerie Queens. ALLAH remembers us not. It is the divine decree. We can but die with His praises on our lips perchance He may greet us at the gates of Paradise Overwhelmed with misery the man drooped his head. The stout staff he held fell to his feet. He lifted his hands to hide the anguish of eye and lip and the grief that mastered him caused long pentup tears to well forth. His resigned words uttered in the poetic tongue of Khorassan might have been a polished verse of Sa adi were they not the outpouring of a despairing heart The woman raised her burning eyes from the infant clinging to her exhausted breast. Father of my loved ones she said let you and the two boys travel on with the cow. If you reach succor return for me and my daughter. If not it is the will of God and who can gainsay it The man stooped to pick up his staff. But his great powers of endurance suddenly enfeebled by the ordeal thrust upon him yielded utterly and he sank helpless by the side of his wife. Nay Mihrulnisa sun among women I shall not leave thee he cried passionately. We are fated to die then be it so. I swear by the Prophet naught save death shall part us and that not for many hours. So to the mother uselessly nursing her latest born was left the woful task of pronouncing the doom of those she held dear. For a little while there was silence. The pitiless sun rising over distant hills of purple and amber gave promise that this day of late July would witness no relief of tortured earth by the longdeferred monsoon. All nature was still. The air had the hush of the grave. The greenery of trees and shrubs was blighted. The bare .

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