Tales of Destiny

Tales of Destiny, by Edmund
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Title: Tales of Destiny
Author: Edmund Mitchell
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TALES OF DESTINY

By EDMUND MITCHELL

LONDON CONSTABLE AND COMPANY LTD 1913

COPYRIGHT, 1912 UNITED STATES OF AMERICA BY EDMUND
MITCHELL

CONTENTS
Introduction 1
Chap. I. The Maid of Jhalnagor. Told by the Rajput Chief 5
II. The Hollow Column. Told by the Tax-Collector 19
III. What the Stars ordained. Told by the Astrologer 35
IV. The Spirit Wail. Told by the Merchant 60
V. The Blue Diamonds. Told by the Fakir 101
VI. The Tiger of the Pathans. Told by the Afghan General 128
VII. Her Mother Love. Told by the Physician 146
VIII. The Sacred Pickaxe, Told by the Magistrate 170

TALES OF DESTINY
INTRODUCTION
Just without one of the massive bastioned gates of the city of
Fathpur-Sikri there stood in the year 1580 a caravanserai that afforded

accommodation for man and beast. Here would alight travellers drawn
by the calls of homage, by business, or by curiosity to the famous
Town of Victory, built, as the inscription over the gateway told, by
"His Majesty, King of Kings, Heaven of the Court, Shadow of God,
Jalal-ad-din Mohammed Akbar Padishah."
At the time of our story Akbar was at the zenith of his glory. He had
moved his court from Agra, the capital of his predecessors on the
throne of the Moguls, after having raised for himself, on the spot where
the birth of a son had been promised him by a hermit saint, this superb
new city of Fathpur-Sikri, seven miles in circumference, walled and
guarded by strong forts at its seven gateways. Emperor and nobles had
vied with each other in erecting palaces of stately design and exquisite
finish of adornment. A beautiful mosque commemorated the good
deeds of the saint, and provided a place of prayer for those of the
Moslem faith. In the palace of the Emperor was a magnificent audience
hall, with marble columns and stone-carved galleries, in the centre of
which stood the throne of gold sprinkled with rubies, emeralds, and
diamonds, surrounded by a silver railing, and covered by a canopy of
rich crimson brocade. In this audience hall the great and good Akbar
was wont to receive not only his subjects, rich and poor, the former
assembled to pay their court, the latter to lay their grievances before the
Imperial judge; but he also extended welcome to strangers from afar.
On the question of religion his mind was at this period in a state of
change, for he had broken from the strict faith of the Moslem, had
publicly announced that there was good in all beliefs, had overthrown
ceremonial rules, whether of Islam or of Hinduism, and had proclaimed
all things lawful except excess. His thoughts thus drifting toward a new
religion, a divine faith that would bring into one fold the votaries of all
religions, he was glad at his court to give audience to learned doctors
from distant lands as well as from every part of India. All were
welcome--Brahmins and Buddhists, Moslem schoolmen, Hindu
fanatics, pantheists, the worshippers of fire, the Jews whose prophets
are Abraham and Moses, even Christian padres from far-off Europe. It
was Akbar's delight to listen to their expositions and discussions, and to
the defence of their varied dogmas.

Thus did the fame of the king for tolerance, benevolence and wisdom
become noised abroad far and wide, so that visitors flocked in
ever-increasing numbers to the beautiful city. At our caravanserai
without the gate there would often, in the cool of an evening, be
gathered together on the shaded veranda a group of travellers
representing diverse races and classes. Some of the town-dwellers, too,
would be there, resting and refreshing themselves after their walk to the
city walls, while from the near-by camp of the Rajputs, who formed a
portion of the royal bodyguard, there would oftentimes stroll over a few
men-at-arms.
On such occasions it would generally happen that the debates recently
listened to in the Imperial Hall of Assembly would be subjected to
comment. And from discussion of this kind the conversation would
quite frequently change to story-telling, dear to the hearts of all natives
of Hindustan, and by no