Prince of Dharma
“A rattling and roaring filled his ears. From the position of the sun, he guessed it was late afternoon. He sat up slowly, wincing in anticipation of pain, and found himself staring at a curved metal plate not unlike the inside of a battle shield. He realised he was in a chariot. The sandalled feet of the charioteer were behind his head, stippled with dried blood and cuts and bruises. Blood stained the charioteer’s hoary right hand as it held the reins tightly. From the steady rhythmic rocking ...of the two-horse, Lakshman intuited that they were on a path less smooth than the raj-marg yet not as rough as open countryside. He tried to sit up and lost his balance, keeling over to the open rear of the chariot, towards the brown earth rushing past at a great speed. A muscled hand gripped his shoulder, steadying him. He turned and looked into the sunburned battle-scarred face of a grizzled veteran, recognising the man as the same Vajra commander they had encountered on the cliff south of Sarayu just after they left the raj-marg. ‘Bejoo-chacha,’ he said, surprised.MoreLess
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