_A CALL TO THE HEART_
Near the decaying town of Kunch the Native army had taken up a strong
position. In the shelter of woods and gardens, interspersed here and
there with temples, for the time being occupied as miniature forts,
the whole was fronted by a high wall over which a row of cannon peered
their sinister muzzles.
For several days the retainers of numerous petty rajas, driven back
upon the main body by the advance of the enemy, had been arriving to
reinforce those who confidently believed they were about to deliver a
death blow to the Foreigners. The plan of battle had been skillfully
arranged. Under the supreme direction of Tantia Topi, Ahmad Khan
had been given the command of the artillery, the Rani of Jhansi the
cavalry, and Parma Nand Rai Bahadur, the officer who had rescued the
Rani from Jhansi, and who purposely or otherwise managed to keep
personally out of view, the duty of remaining in touch with the
vanguard of the foe. If the attack was made at daybreak, the order
was to hold the enemy at bay until the sun had climbed high into the
meridian, and then with the whole force deliver a counter assault that,
in the terrific heat of noon, must take the enemy at the greatest
disadvantage. It was with eager expectancy that both leaders and men
of the Native army awaited the battle that was to crush the power of
the Foreigners in the central provinces of India. All was in readiness;
only one element of doubt as yet remained undetermined--that the
Foreigners would fall in with the plans made for their destruction.
It was early on a May morning that scouts brought in the intelligence
that the enemy was in sight of Kunch.
The various arms took up their positions immediately. On the right, a
little in the rear of the infantry, the Rani of Jhansi galloped to the
head of her command and addressed to her men a few well chosen words of
encouragement.
In response they cheered lustily, as they waved their swords in the
bright sunshine.
"We will follow thee to the death, O valiant Rani," they shouted
enthusiastically.
Of a truth, in both armies, there was on that day no more gallant or
inspiring figure than that of the girl in the scarlet uniform. From her
white turban there rose and flashed a diamond aigrette, a parting gift
of good fortune from the Rao Sahib, who had remained at Kalpi. He, too,
now regarded himself as an aspirant to her tender favor.
Thus the men stood to their arms watching a running skirmish over the
plain between their outposts and what was believed to be the vanguard
of the enemy, when a terrible fusilade of musketry and artillery fire
burst upon their unprotected left flank and rear.
The enemy had not fallen in with the plans for their destruction,
but with Occidental perversity had consummated others of their own.
The bulk of the Foreign army had, overnight, made a wide detour
unobserved, and was now perilously threatening the Native force's line
of retreat--a movement, that the Foreign general knew from experience,
the Native commanders would be unable to view with any other feeling
than dread. By this action the battle was won for the Foreigners before
it had even commenced.
Tantia Topi cast a single terrified glance over the field and fled
precipitately; but Ahmad Khan quickly grasped the situation, in so
far as his own branch of the service was concerned. If he could only
bring his guns to bear upon the force advancing from the unexpected
direction, the Foreigners might be held in check until order was
restored out of the panic that prevailed. The infantry deserted by
their leader had become unmanageable, but the Rani of Jhansi still
held the cavalry together awaiting orders. To her, Ahmad dispatched an
urgent message begging her to cover his contemplated movement.
She was about to respond promptly, when, glancing backward she noticed
a picket that had been driven in by the enemy engaged in a desperate
encounter with a larger body of cavalry. In the centre, fighting for
his life with no hope of escape, she beheld the form of the officer who
had succeeded in effecting her deliverance from Jhansi. The _mêlée_
was too far distant to discern his features, but intuitively, without
a hesitating doubt, she knew that Parma Nand Rai Bahadur was one with
Prasad Singh.
Ahmad's request, the peril of the Native army, both were swept from her
mind in the face of her lover's danger. Without another thought than
for his safety, she gave no order, but impulsively spurred her horse
at a broken part of the intervening wall, and dashed to his rescue.
Her command, not understanding what course to pursue, divided of their
own volition into two parties, the Valaiti troopers following their
mistress, the rest galloping after the infantry in retreat. Thus Ahmad
Khan, muttering all the curses in his vocabulary, was left to extricate
himself as best he could.
With uplifted sword the Rani came down upon the Foreign cavalry like an
avenging spirit. At last she was hand to hand with them. Three Native
troopers of the enemy she hurled groaning to the dust. Right and left
she gallantly parried and delivered blows. Her Valaitis closed about
her, as she cut her way toward her lover's side.
Prasad's horse had fallen. On foot he was fighting despairingly when
her image rose before his eyes, superbly animated with the ardor of
mortal combat.
"Prasad! Prasad!" she cried. "The Rani of Jhansi cometh to thee."
She raised her sword to parry a blow delivered at his head, but her
hand dropped lifelessly to her side. The scene became a hazy blur in
her vision, reeling in her saddle she lost consciousness. When she
regained her senses she was far from the battlefield of Kunch.
The victory of the Foreigners had again been complete. The retreat of
the Native army, at first conducted with order, finally developed into
a rout, in which the Valaitis swiftly bore the Rani back to Kalpi. The
Rao Sahib seized with the same panic that had carried Tantia Topi from
the field to an unknown destination, quickly left Kalpi to its fate. In
the city all was confusion. The infantry vowed they had been abandoned
by the artillery; the artillery, through the mouth of Ahmad Khan, swore
that the cavalry had deserted them at the critical moment and thereby
lost the battle. Without a leader, the bulk of the troops were seeking
individual safety in the jungles. They believed the enemy was upon
their heels.
Such was the situation to which the Rani opened her eyes, on recovering
from the glancing blow that had placed her temporarily _hors de combat_.
Her first thoughts were of Prasad. She inquired anxiously of those
about her if any news of him had been obtained. The answer was in
part satisfactory. He had been seen during the flight from Kunch, and
was believed to have been ordered to escort Tantia Topi to a place of
safety.
The Rani rose from her couch to view with silent contempt and outspoken
denunciation the craven spirit that had captured all who remained in
Kalpi.
"The Foreigners are upon us," they replied to her entreaties to make a
last stand at Kalpi. "We cannot fight against them. They will kill all
the prisoners. It is better to fly while there is time."
At this juncture news was brought to the Rani that the Nawab of Bandah
had arrived before Kalpi with a considerable force. The Rani hastened
to his presence, and besought him in fervent language to save the only
arsenal in their hands. But the Nawab of Bandah had just suffered a
defeat himself. He had trusted to share in the triumph of the Rao
Sahib after Kunch. He certainly had no stomach to become the hero of
a forlorn hope. Under the circumstances he was much more inclined to
discuss the safest place of retreat.
In despair of being able to induce him to accede to her purpose, the
Rani was forced to summon Ahmad Khan to her aid, at a moment when the
Mohammedan's humor was deeply offended by her conduct at Kunch.
"Ah," he returned sarcastically. "The brave Rani is anxious enough to
avail herself of Ahmad's services when it suits her convenience; but
when he has fallen into a ditch, he might summon the moon to his relief
with a surer hope of response."
"Nay, good Ahmad," the Rani replied winningly, "truly I did not realize
thou wert in such distress. I only saw the desperate need of assistance
in which Bai Bahadur was placed."
"To be sure," he answered tersely. "And who may be this Bai Bahadur"?
"Thou knowest as much of him as I," the Rani replied. "But, good
Ahmad," she pleaded, "thou wilt, I know, support me with this Nawab"?
"Assuredly," he acquiesced in a yielding tone. "Thou hast a power with
us, fair Rani, to gain an end possessed by no other. Verily, such an
obedient hound am I at the sound of thy voice, that I believe if thou
wert to order me to go forth as a _yogi_ and sit at thy door for the
rest of my days blinking at the sun, the eternal damnation of the
Prophet would not stay my following thy command. What wouldst thou have
me do with this Bandah Nawab"? he asked.
The Rani explained the Nawab's faintheartedness and suggested that
Ahmad might use a little of the persuasion so effectual with Sadescheo.
"Aye," he replied twirling his moustaches fiercely. "But say the word,
fair Lady, and for thy sake I will persuade my hand to cut his head off
as the beginning of my argument."
"Let it be not quite so demonstrative," she enjoined. "But I would have
thee be emphatic none the less."
"The battle yell of thy Valaitis will sound as a love ditty in his ears
afterwards," he returned, and continued. "Thou art determined then to
meet the Foreigners again"?
"Aye," she replied with spirit, "and to continue meeting them until I
have won a victory or perished in the attempt."
The result of Ahmad Khan's conference with the Bandah Nawab was a
prompt decision to make a last endeavor to save Kalpi. As a fortress
to withstand a siege it was indefensible, but the ravines and ridges
surrounding the city afforded the best field for intrenched positions.
By day and night, under the supervision of the Rani and Ahmad Khan,
men labored indefatigably upon these works, momentarily expecting the
appearance of the enemy.
But the Foreigners were completely exhausted by the difficulties of the
long march to Kunch, and the subsequent battle. It was impossible to
follow up the retreat of the Native army and seize upon Kalpi before
discipline could be restored in the defender's ranks. By short marches
only could they advance further, to find that the girl whom they had
come to regard as the soul of the rebellion in Central India, was ready
to meet them in a more desperate resistance than ever. The Foreign
general realized speedily that she had rendered her position well nigh
impregnable.
The Rani was not of the temper to await an attack from behind
earthworks, with ever one eye on her line of retreat. She took the
supreme command into her own hands, and so harassed the Foreigners'
advance with her cavalry, that when they beheld the labyrinth of
defenses raised as if by magic, on the three vulnerable sides of the
town, they did not contemplate a retrograde movement, but a victory
seemed more than doubtful. For both sides the day of another decisive
battle was at hand.
In the meantime the Rao Sahib had heard of the successful efforts of
the Rani to bring order out of chaos in the demoralized condition of
the Native army after Kunch. He returned to reap the reward of a more
than probable victory, and as a consequence the supreme command again
reverted to his hands. At a council of war before the battle he was not
unmindful of escape in case of defeat.
"We can cross the river and plunge into the jungles in that event," he
remarked. "The Foreigners will not follow us into those recesses."
Scorn, anger, in a sense despair, were mingled in the Rani's voice, as
with burning cheeks and flashing eyes she retorted hotly.
"Escape, my lords," she cried, "if we only set as little store upon
escape as do these Foreigners, not one of them would now remain in
India."
She rose abruptly and strode without further utterance from the council.
"A beautiful woman, a wonderful woman, with an accursed Afghan lion in
leash at her side," remarked the Nawab of Bandah; "but noble Rao Sahib,
thou dost well nevertheless to look to it, that we are not caught here
in a trap."
Unfortunately for the Native army that sentiment dominated all their
actions. It was the weight that turned the scale of battle in favor of
the Foreigners at Jhansi, at Kunch, and lastly at Kalpi.
When the first onslaught came, the Native army repulsed the Foreigners
with desperate valor. The sun again aided their efforts and decimated
the enemy's ranks as much with blasts of heat as did the storm of
shot and shell, poured forth in a blaze of fire from every ridge upon
which the attack was directed. The odds were too great against the
Foreigners. They wavered.
In a ravine, the Rani held the cavalry in waiting for such a turning
point of the battle. She quickly noticed the reaction, and with a
cheer, caught up by the whole body of her command, dashed upon the
dismayed Foreigners. For a moment the battle seemed to be won, but only
for a moment.
While she was engaged driving back the frontal attack, with ruthless
slaughter on both sides, the Foreign general had succeeded in again
effecting a flank movement threatening his enemy's retreat.
The Rao Sahib and the Nawab of Bandah cast a despairing look across
the river to the jungles beyond, hesitated when they should have led
all their forces forward; a shell burst near them; they turned their
horses' heads and fled.
Meanwhile the Rani, flushed with victory, was still driving her
opposing force before her, when glancing backward she beheld with
a sinking heart the Native army in full retreat. A cheer from the
Foreigners announced too plainly that for her, the day was lost.
"The cowards," she muttered, as tears of passionate grief coursed down
her cheeks. "Oh, the cowards! Will nothing stimulate their courage"?
With valor born of desperation she hurled herself upon the enemy still
in front and cut her way between their ranks. Once more surrounded by
her faithful Valaitis she was compelled to fly, on this occasion to the
shelter of the jungle.