The Feast of Roses
“—ALEXANDER DOW, The History of Hindostan The servants waited in a row at the very front of the campsite, peering anxiously into the west, but there was no sign of their Majesties. Tiny hills, childlike compared to the Himalayas they had just left behind, rolled and swayed in the path of the dying sun. The royal entourage was camped at Bahlwan on their way back to Agra from Kashmir. Early that morning, Jahangir and Mehrunnisa had left on a hunt in the neighboring forests.
The men stood, thei...r eyes upon the cusp of two gently sloping hills, and finally saw a little cloud of dust smearing the golden light of the western horizon. One of them broke away from the line and trotted steadily toward the royal party, some two miles away.
Mehrunnisa and Jahangir rode together ahead of the others. They were both tired, and gloriously so. It wasn’t just the exhilaration from the hunt, the scent of the prey, the smooth shots from their muskets, but also the freedom from being confined to a jogging palanquin on the journey south to Agra.MoreLess
The men stood, thei...r eyes upon the cusp of two gently sloping hills, and finally saw a little cloud of dust smearing the golden light of the western horizon. One of them broke away from the line and trotted steadily toward the royal party, some two miles away.
Mehrunnisa and Jahangir rode together ahead of the others. They were both tired, and gloriously so. It wasn’t just the exhilaration from the hunt, the scent of the prey, the smooth shots from their muskets, but also the freedom from being confined to a jogging palanquin on the journey south to Agra.MoreLess
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