Mish' Fiction

Bhumimitra keenly observed as his bride walked to the mandap. She had her veil on and walked with bowed head as modesty demanded. So, he could not make out her face. He tried to focus on her height and gait. Could it really be she? No. She was of shorter height and heavier built than the girl in the jungle. A prank it was then. He was about to slip into his usual disinterestedness in the proceedings, when he felt someone’s looking at him. Not liked other curious guests, but… He looked in that direction and found himself staring into a pair of shocked and terrified eyes. But they still and there was no mistaking them. She had obviously recognized him and was anxious about the consequences. Who was she? She was walking with the bride. Some companion playing the prank in the name of her mistress, he thought at first. But then he noticed her dress and jewelry. Those were next to only bride in their splendor. And then it struck him. It was no prank. She was Maharaj Chandravarna’s daughter, all right. But not the one he was getting married too. The younger one. He tried to think what her name was, but could not remember. He hadn’t been paying attention when he was getting those details. The only reason he remembered his bride’s name was because he had seen the invitations being sent out.

Even though he could marry her if he wanted, but today he was marrying Madhumita. And fantasizing about her sister on their wedding day just didn’t seem right. He averted his eyes and tried to focus on the ongoing rituals.

—

Chandrika felt her world coming tumbling down the moment she laid her eyes on King Bhumimitra. She had tugged at her dupatta to cover her face before he could see her. But it was her sister’s wedding at her father’s place. She hadn’t planned on being in purdah and her dupatta was not arranged to allow it. Before she could think of an alternative, he had already seen her. If her presence weren’t required for several of the rituals, she would have fled the scene. But as the luck would have it, she was obliged to sit next to her sister throughout the wedding, and in consequence, to be in close proximity with him. He did not give any signs of remembering the jungle-meeting all this while, but she knew better.

Chandrika lingered around the room in antahpur where Bhumimitra was staying after the wedding. She had to meet him and clear the air somehow. He was supposed to be resting; so just barging in won’t do. She was cursing herself for her recklessness. Of all the things, why had she introduced herself to him? If she hadn’t declared who she was, she could now have pretended that she had nothing to with the jungle and he must be confusing her with someone else. She didn’t usually go about revealing her identity when she rode around. But it was her last time there. Once she went to Raigarh with her sister, she knew that she would be confined to the antahpur. She couldn’t take these liberties there. That’s why the heedlessness had taken hold on her. Announcing who she was had felt empowering. Nobody was going to see her in those jungles again. And if some soldier did claim to have met the princess of Chandranagar there, who would believe him? If only she had known what potential calamity she was bringing upon herself, and more disastrously, on her sister in that one rash moment…

She saw a maid going in with a glass of juice and some refreshments. “Is Maharaj Bhumimitra awake?” Chandrika intercepted her and asked.

“Yes Princess. And he has asked for these…”

“Let me take it…”

“You Princess?” the maid was appalled at the idea of her mistress doing this, “Am I doing something wrong? There hasn’t been a royal wedding in years here. But we are trying our best…”

“Nothing is wrong, Champa. But nothing is wrong in me carrying it either. He is our guest, isn’t he? And the son-in-law of the royal family. Don’t worry. Give it to me. And stay around in case he wants something else.”

“As you say, Princess,” the maid reluctantly handed over the tray to her.

Bhumimitra and his aide were also startled when they saw who had come with the tray. Bhumimitra stood up. The orderly did not need to wait for his master’s signal. He hurriedly took the tray from her and set it on the table. Bhumimitra and Chandrika exchanged greetings silently by folding their hands to each other. Then he motioned his orderly to leave.

“Princess Chandrika. You need not have troubled yourself,” Bhumimitra spoke as soon as they were alone. He had found out her name by then.

“You are the most important guest this palace has ever seen, Maharaj. There can be nothing wrong in my being of service to you.”

“Please do have a seat,” he waited for her to sit down and took a seat himself before continuing, “You are too humble, Princess. I appreciate it. But you must not do this again. Servants will do just fine for me. Your people here are well-behaved and well-trained. They have not given me any reasons to complain till now.”

“I’m glad to hear that, Sir. And I am sorry that my actions repeatedly offend your sensibilities. I will try to stay out of your way from now on. But for the sake of my family and my sister’s honor, I must explain one of them.”

Bhumimitra knew where this was going, but he waited for her to complete.

“Firstly I must apologize. My address to your in our earlier meeting was crude. I did not recognize you…”

“You weren’t supposed to. That was the whole point of disguise.”

“My presence there itself was offence enough. But I assure you, Sir, that I had no dishonorable motives in my jungle trip. I just love being there for myself. But it doesn’t reflect in anyway on my father or my sister. Despite my childish boast, my father knows nothing about my sojourns there. He wouldn’t have allowed it. Nor would my sister.”

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To be continued

“Oh Madhu!” Chandrika put her arms around her elder sister, who was painstakingly getting ready for her wedding. “Aren’t you scared? Not even a little bit?”

“What should I be scared of, Chanda?” Between the sisters, they didn’t speak Sanskrit. They spoke the commoner’s language which they used with their friends and servants too.  That’s how her pet name did not sound out of place in their conversation.

“He is married already.”

Madhumita chuckled, “Oh my baby sister. For how long will you remain a baby? Since when has it become news that kings have multiple wives? And in this case, it is hardly a concern. I am the one who will have his heir.”

“But his affection? Who will have that?”

“None of his wives, in all likelihood. It is probably a mistress who already has all his affection. Why worry about all that?”

“It’s not like they stop when they have an heir. When they have mistresses to fulfill other needs, for providing variety and for doing all their biddings, why do they still keep marrying?”

“It’s politics, Chanda. Why do you think this wedding is happening? Any princess could have given him an heir. But only this alliance could have given him Chandranagar.”

“But our father never remarried. Even after mother passed away…”

“May be he made a mistake, Chanda. May be he should have married. Then we would have had more well-wishers and friends.”

This brought tears to both their eyes. With their father’s failing health, things hadn’t been easy on them. Their mother had died when Chandrika was little. They had no brother and their father never remarried. Now all sorts of relatives had their eyes on the riches of the family and kingdom. They were going to depend on Bhumimitra now to keep them at bay.

“What are you sisters crying for?” Mrinalini, one of their friends and companions, came in just then. “Princess Chandrika, you are also going with Princess Madhumita. What are those tears for, then? It is not like you are going to be separated.”

The sisters forced a smile on their lips. They couldn’t have discussed their troubles, especially the political ones, with their companions.  Younger sister accompanying the elder sister marrying a king was a common tradition in their age. This kept them from being lonely. The younger sister could also be married to the king later, if he so wished. Else she would be found a suitable groom in the royal family. In this case, however, there was a very practical reason for Chandrika going with Madhumita. The political intrigues of the court were always reflected in the dynamics of antahpur too. The same enemies who were a danger to King Chandravarna, also had their shadows in the antahpur. Chandrika was not worldly-wise like her sister. She wouldn’t have been able to protect herself against the intrigues once Madhumita went away. She had to go with her for her safety. But all this could not be told to Mrinalini.

“Why Mrinalini? You aren’t sparing a thought about us leaving our father behind. Don’t you think we will miss him?” Madhumita came up with an alibi for their tears.

“Ah! You princess, once you are in your husband’s arm, would not have a thought to spare for your father. I can grant that princess Chandrika would indeed miss him.”

“Why? If it is only about finding a husband and she would be comfortable away from her father’s home, then we will find her one quickly,” grinned Madhumita, “Probably Maharaj himself…”

“Madhu!”

“Well.. My kid sister wants Shri Rama for a husband, who would promise to be faithful only to her…”

“God forbid anyone should have Shri Rama for a husband who would throw her out at the slightest pretext! Madhu…” she had started off bitterly at the mention of Shri Rama, but grew emotional as she came to her point, “You are not just a sister to me, Madhu. You are my mother. You have brought me up like one. You have protected me like one. How can I ever be a rival to you? No. You must not say such things. Otherwise I will not go with you. Let me perish, if that’s what must happen.”

“Oh Chanda. My baby,” Madhumita hugged her sister tight, not only to comfort her, but also to stop her from speaking too much while Mrinalini was still there. “Mrinalini. She is worried about nothing except her jungle sojourns coming to an end,” Madhumita continued jocularly, “And that, I am afraid, you must give up, Chanda. Else it would create an unprecedented commotion at Raigarh palace.”

Chandrika smiled understanding that her sister was trying to lighten the mood. “Don’t worry,” she assured her sister.

“By the way, if anyone is interested,” Mrinalini said excitedly, “I have some reports of what Maharaj of Raigarh looks like.”

Chandrika noticed that despite the cold practicality with which her sister regarded royal marriages, her eyes shone at the mention of her groom’s name. But she wouldn’t say anything out of modesty. So, Chandrika decided to come to her rescue and asked, “Out with it, Mrinalini. What does he look like?”

“Like Lord Krishna…”

“He is dark-skinned?” Chandrika made a face to tease her sister, whose face fell.

“Oh no, Princess. How you twist my words. What I meant is that he had those looks which would make any woman swoon. He could have women eating out of his hands like Lord Krishna. And fair as marble if you must know. You know what they say? That he has led thirty-six wars and won all of them. But nothing in his countenance looks like he is a war-torn soldier, so perfectly groomed he is. He is war-toughened, I would say.”

Chandrika winked at her sister. But her thoughts, at that description, went back to the soldier she had met in the jungle yesterday. Fair as marble. That he was! And didn’t look war-torn at all. Was he even a soldier? “You are tempting my sister, Mrinalini,” she said outwardly.

“Are you tempted too, Princess Chandrika?”

“Shut up, Mrinalini. Else I swear I will have your skin ripped off.”

Mrinalini grinned insolently and then went away on some errand.

—

To be continued

“Oh Soldier! You cannot be a native.”

The voice had been startling enough, and he turned to meet a sight no less astonishing. A young woman, dressed in a curious mix of men’s and women’s clothes, was riding a horse skilfully. She came to stop near him.

“Why would you think so?” he asked cautiously, though still disconcerted by the absurdity of the situation. There was nothing in the soldier’s attire to give away that he did not belong to the place. She couldn’t have divined it from his speech, because she hadn’t heard him speak till then. And what on earth was a woman doing in a jungle, dressed like that, riding a horse? Did they have female dacoits in this area?

“If you were, you would have known better than to pluck that fruit to eat. You won’t have any control over your stomach from the moment you as much as smell it.”

“Is that so?”

“You can try. But don’t tell me I didn’t warn.”

“It seems like a divine warning. I won’t dare.”

“Divine?” she frowned.

“Well – it isn’t every day that I see women riding horses and cautioning soldiers. Either you are a dacoit, or an incarnation of Devi Durga. And you look too kind, despite your severe clothing, to be the former.”

She laughed. He had never heard a woman laugh like that. It was a hearty laughter. A laughter with no pretense, not agenda, no hidden motive, nothing except the expression of amusement she felt. He found himself mesmerized by it and had to exert some efforts to come to himself.

“I am sorry to disappoint,” said the woman with a mischievous glint in her eyes, “That I am neither a dacoit, nor an incarnation of someone divine. I am a mortal woman.”

“Am I to understand then that citizens of Chandranagar are used to sights such as these?” he referred to her attire and horse-riding.

“Not at all.”

“How am I, an outsider, so fortunate then?”

“Because you have had the fortune of meeting King Chandravarna’s daughter,” she said haughtily, “Nobody can stop me from doing what I want.” With she turned her horse back, and before he could recover from the shock her declaration had caused, she was out of his sight.

—

King Bhumimitra returned to his quarters in Chandranagar’s royal guest house. His impending wedding to Chandranagar’s pricess Madhumita was arranged with the view of making the two states allies. King Chandravarna had no son of his own. It was decided that Madhumita’s eldest son would succeed him to the throne of Chandranagar, apart from the Bhanumitra’s own kingdom of Raigarh. What was also implied, but not said, was that given King Chandravarna’s age and falling health, Bhumimitra would be the practical ruler of Chandranagar too, until the son was born and was of age to hold the reins of the kingdom.

His sojourn in the jungle was a preparation for the responsibility of managing Chandranagar that was to fall on him with the wedding. If he had to rule the state, he needed to know the terrain, the people and everything about the kingdom. He wasn’t the kind of depend on his assistants for ground-work. It was a recipe of disaster for the ruler to lose touch with the ground realities, his father used to say. He had built his kingdom in Raigarh from scratch. Bhumimitra’s own experience had never given him the reason to doubt this wisdom.

Until now this wedding had been nothing but a necessary chore to him. He was disinterested in the preparations and had mechanically done what people around him had asked him to do. Once they had reached Chandranagar, most of his time had gone into information gathering and planning for the political and military tasks that lay ahead of him. He had never had a moment to spare for the thought of his  would-be wife. His second wife to be exact. He hadn’t been particularly interested in his first marriage either. He was much younger then. And was much more interested in his sports and hunting than in acquiring a wife. Although neither then, nor now, was he unacquainted with the pleasures of female company. But princes and kings didn’t marry for those pleasures. Pleasure was available more readily and in better form elsewhere. They married for duty.  With his second marriage, he would expand his military influence. Besides he needed to beget a son. His first wife, beautiful and graceful as she was, had failed to give him any children.

But now he was restless and for the first time thought about his bride. Was that her he had met? That woman wandering in jungles on horseback wearing that strange dress? Just a day before her wedding? Could she really be the princess of Chandranagar? After changing into comfortable resting clothes with the help of his aide, Bhumimitra tried to think carefully. He recalled the horse. No doubt it was good enough to be the star of even a royal stable. What about the woman herself? She hadn’t conversed with him in Sanskrit, but in the local tongue of commoners.  She couldn’t be the princess… But she had taken him to be a common soldier. That could explain her choice of language. How did she look? There was obviously no attempt at a purdah, and yet he couldn’t recall a lot about her face. The features were soft and kindly for sure. But most of her face was obscured by a scarf and a bandanna she was wearing. He hadn’t had a glimpse of her hair either. He couldn’t recall any other feature of hers vividly, except her eyes. They had glown with amusement, laughter and mischief alternately. And yet, were there signs of the grooming of a princess? Probably…

But what was he to make of the situation? If that woman was indeed going to be his wife, what did it mean for him?

His thought about his preferences. He had always liked women who challenged him. He didn’t expect to find it in his first wife. She surrendered out of duty. And he didn’t expect anything different from his second wife either.  His mistresses and professionals were different. Because they were adept at sensing their client’s preferences and were ever ready to play to his tastes. He knew it was a pretense, but it was best that could be had. But now… A smile formed on his lips. If she was indeed the princess, how he would love to tame her wildness in the bed. And otherwise, if necessary.

But it could all be a prank. It could be some common girl living out her fantasy of being a princess with such announcements. That horse though… In any case, he would not get too excited.

It was the eve of his wedding. He would relax and take a break from planning the future of Chandranagar’s administration. He deserved a break once in a while. His well-wishers often accused him of overworking himself. Even if he agreed with them, he couldn’t be otherwise. Apart from the kingdom of Raigarh, he had also inherited workaholism from his father.

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To be continued

“And where did you learn to be doctor?” he asked as she put a soothing paste on his injuries in the camp at night. Their progress in the battle over last two days had been great. The next morning was going to be decisive and they were sure of winning. She wore a soldier’s uniform and hovered around him like a bodyguard the entire day. More than once she had noticed a distant arrow coming his way and had countered it saving him from some major potential injuries. But she had one strict order from him, which she wouldn’t violate. She was to do everything from a chariot and it was a well protected chariot. “Save me when you can, but don’t put yourself in harm’s way. Not even once. I’d be very angry if that happened,” he had said. She hadn’t argued. Apart from everything else, it was a question of his reputation. If something happened to her in the battlefield, he’d have to answer the society all his life.

“Partly from overhearing our Raj-vaidya’s lessons to his son in Chandranagar palace. And partly from my friends in jungle,” she replied.

“So, when you weren’t roaming in the jungles, you went around overhearing people? Your father in the court, Raj-vaidya while teaching his son. What else?” he gave her an amused smile.

“Don’t make fun of me. Else I will leave you to the care of bitter medicines from our Raj-vaidya,” she pouted. She made to get away from him. But he held her hands and did not let her move.

“Chandrika. These medicines are not what are curing me really. It’s you, your presence.  With them I have tasted the elixir of life. Don’t take it away from me.” He sounded like a young, inexperienced man in first love, spouting cheesy lines. He was not that man, but it was his first love.

He may or may not be experienced in love, but she definitely wasn’t. It was enough to melt her heart. She stayed back and let him draw her closer to himself. He kissed her; she was giving in, when she remembered something and stepped back. “I am sorry, Priya. Not today.”

“Why not?” his voice was hoarse.

“According to the calculations, tonight, in fact for next five nights… it can lead to pregnancy.”

“And how on earth do you know that?”

“Overheard… Raj-vaidya,” she replied sheepishly.

“It can be calculated?”

“Yes. That’s how they tell you the shubha muhurta… Especially for niyoga… Or when one faces difficulty in conceiving.”

Bhumimitra guffawed, “I have to learn your overhearing skills, Queen Ma’am. You are a kshatriya, a Brahmin, a vaidya and God knows what else rolled into one. And all thanks to overhearing!”

She blushed and did not say anything.

“But don’t you want to get pregnant?” he asked somberly after a pause. You could never be sure with her. She might have a difficult-to-argue-against logic for that too.

“I do,” she assured him hastily, “But not until the battle is over. Not in this environment of violence.”

“Fair enough,” he conceded as usual, then added after a pause, “Devi. There is one thing I promise you today. No. Two things.”

“What are those?” she asked looking puzzled. Why promises all of the sudden?

“While it is too late to say that I will marry no one other than you. Because I already have. But I promise that I will not marry again in future….”

“Hold on, Sir. Think before promising such a thing. There might be political reasons.”

“I have thought it through, Devi. And I have realized that where there is a will, there is a way.”

Chandrika looked stunned. Did he really promise her that?

“Don’t look so incredulous Devi Chandrika. If Shri Rama Chandra could do it…”

“Please. Don’t compare yourself to him.”

“I won’t dare. He was Maryada Purushottam…”

“He didn’t trust his wife, even after knowing her for years. You trusted me from the beginning. I won’t want some Shri Rama Chandra as a husband. Comparing you to him is an injustice.”

It was Bhumimitra’s turn to look stunned. Then he smiled and shook his head. She won’t stop surprising him.

“I’m sorry,” she said timidly as she felt that she might have said too much, “I know he is supposed to be the epitome of manhood or whatever. I just think differently, you know…”

“Yes. You think differently and charmingly.”

“And God is kind to me. I have not been punished for it.”

“Why should you be?”

“Very early on in my life, Sir, as I roamed around in those jungles and dreamt of a life that was different from those around me, I had known that my dreams would never become reality. Because I wasn’t willing to rebel. I always felt that people apart from me would get affected. When I wasn’t willing to risk breaking the mold, how could I expect anyone else to do it for me? So, I lived with my dreams. And then one day, I learned that I was going to get married. I felt that I had lost my dreams as well. But you not only restored that dream for me, you broke all the molds to make them a reality. I might be irreverent Sir, but I am not selfish and ungrateful. You have my loyalty for life. You don’t need to do anything, make any promises to me.”

“What if I did something that broke your dream again?” he asked with a knowing smile.

“I’d know that there must a good reason for you to do that.”

“I don’t need to, but I still have another promise to make to you.”

“I am all ears.”

He held her hands before saying it, “Your son will be the crown prince of my kingdom.”

If the earlier promise had stunned her, this one shocked her. “How Sir? The eldest is supposed to…”

“As the king I am the right to select the crown prince based on merit. Pandu was declared the king even though he was not the eldest.” She had already debunked Ramayana. He waited and wondered if Mahabharata will meet the safe fate at her hands.

But her questions were in a different direction, “My son isn’t even born yet. How do you know if he would have the merit?”

“If you bring him up, he will have it.”

“Queens don’t get to bring up their children. There are nurses and maids…”

“You can. And you will. You are the queen. Nobody can question what a queen decides to do in the antahpur. And decisiveness is not something you lack.”

She grew emotional. She leaned towards him and rested her head on his chest. He put his arms around her gently.

“You have always been indulgent. Can I extract a third promise out of you tonight?”

“What do you want?”

“You won’t marry my daughters off without their consent.”

He smiled as if expecting it. “I promise!”

—

With the first attack of the day, the enemy troops camped at Raigarh were crushed for good. Then small groups were sent to the other nearby cities and kingdoms after extracting information from the prisoners of enemy camps. By afternoon, the news of victory came from everywhere the enemy was stationed.

“Where are you going?” Chandrika saw Bhumimitra changing and getting ready to go out.

“There are some prisoners that need my attention,” he replied. His tone was bitter. She realized he was talking about the two queens trapped in the now abandoned enemy camps.

“What punishment are you going to give to them?” she asked in a trembling voice.

“What punishment do you think they deserve?”

“Not death. Not homelessness.”

“Do you know who I am talking about?” he sounded annoyed.

“Queens Devamati and Shripriya.”

“Don’t call them queens. It’s an insult. And since when did you start condoning their conduct?”

“I am not condoning it. I just don’t condone violence either. If enemy tries to capture your home, it is unavoidable. But otherwise… I agree that they betrayed you. They were weak. You don’t need to accept them back. But they were also prisoners of the circumstances. In presence of Queen Padmaja, they could not accept their weakness and leave the palace. Should one be killed for being weak? Many weak men are allowed to live just fine. Why not women?”

“You are an exasperating woman, Chandrika.” The king looked perplexed. Why did she always have the right arguments ready?

“I… I am sorry. I didn’t mean to annoy you. It is your decision, Sir.”

“Will you come with me?” he asked.

“I shouldn’t… Having you to myself might be an impossible dream come true. But I had never wished such fate on any of the queens. Whether it was Maharani Padmaja, or the other two. My presence would look like I am taunting them. But if you want me to…”

“No. That’s fine. Stay here. I will deal with it. And after I come back, we will enter the city. There would be great fanfare, of course. You might want to have someone fetch your dresses and jewelry from the palace.”

“Yes Sir,” she would have liked to enter in a soldier’s uniform, but she decided not to argue. He was already annoyed.

—

The two queens fell on king’s feet when he went to them and begged to be forgiven. He spared their lives, but they were not to enter the city or the palace again. They would be given a place to stay far from the city. Until that was arranged they were to stay back in the camp.

Chandrika entered the city with Bhumimitra as the Maharani of Raigarh. The stories of her exploits, and how she was with the king at every step had already spread around. The cheers from the subjects refused to die.

After the celebrations, he asked Chandrika about their friends in jungle. “We should do something for them Devi Chandrika. And I need your guidance on what to do?”

“For most part, those people like to be left alone by the city dwellers,” she smiled, “But I will arrange for some suitable gift and go to them myself.”

“I will accompany you. Anything else?”

“Some of the youngsters, Sir, who helped us as messengers…”

“Yes?”

“They are fascinated with the idea of city life. Would you be willing to offer them some work?”

“Why not? They have already proved that they can be a useful part of the army. As messengers, and if they want to be trained, even as soldiers.”

“I will convey it to them.”

The next day, they performed the last rites of Queen Padmaja. The king looked sad. Theirs was the longest association. He was very affectionate towards her. “She wasn’t being forced,” he wondered aloud, “Why did she do that?”

“I didn’t understand it either. But feeling the way I do for you now,” replied Chandrika, “I won’t be surprised if I also embraced death in case something happened to you. But I would like to do it differently. In the battlefield beside you. Not without fighting back.”

That put a smile on his lips. “Can I extract a promise from you?”

“Anything, Sir.”

“If something does happen to me, and we are not in the battlefield for you to die while fighting, you won’t do this. You will live on.”

She thought for a moment; then nodded. “I promise!”

– The End –

The messenger network was soon in place. The youngsters of the jungle were finding the job of finding out the happenings of the city and carrying the messages around very exciting. During one of these trips, Virat met with an accident. He fell down from his horse and hit a tree trunk right in his head fatally. He died on the spot. That left the king and queen without any trusted ally. But their jungle-force served them well. They did not know the identity of their citizen friends yet. But given the kind of messages they carried they had started suspecting them to not be ordinary citizens. However, they had developed too much respect for Chandrika to refuse to help them.

—

One day their messenger returned from the city and he looked excited. Chandrika found him outside the hut and asked him what the news was. She paled on hearing it. She asked him to go back as she would break the news herself to her husband.

When she walked inside, she saw the king pondering over a map drawn on the mud floor. This was his sole occupation these days was – planning their attack once the foreigners had relaxed their guards and his allies had the time to replenish their supplies. He had strategically left people behind in the capital, who would pretend to side with the enemy, but would secretly work with him. Others would attack from outside, trapping them in a city alien and uncooperative with them. He had wanted the queens and small children to leave the palace so that foreigners did not have access to anyone using whom they could blackmail him. The queens had other plans though. So, he was now trying to attack before the queens were harmed or forced to kill themselves through the ritual of ‘sati’.

“His Highness!”

He looked up at her quizzically. Why was her voice trembling?

“What happened?”

“There is some news from the palace.”

“From the palace! What is it?” he got up with a start.

“Eldest queen, Maharani Padmaja…”

“What happened to her? The enemy is not already in the palace, is it?”

“No. They are on the city boundaries. But apparently, the confidence in the palace was really shaken. They sent messages to the queens to surrender themselves beforehand and they will be treated well. The message said that if the surrender did not come right then, after the fall, the repercussions would be dire. Devi Padmaja decided to perform ‘sati’ ritual.”

“She did?” The king looked shaken.

“Yes Sir,” Chandirka herself was pained. Whatever be her thoughts on kings having multiple wives, queen Padmaja, was a gentle lady. She gracefully discharged her duties as the eldest queen and she had always been kind towards Chandrika whenever they saw each other.

“What about queens…” Bhumimitra made to ask about the other two queens.

“Sir…” she interrupted not wanting him to take their names. He wouldn’t want to, after he came to know what they did.

“What is it?”

“Please embrace yourself to hear the worst, Sir. And be kind to them and to yourself. They weren’t the strongest women you could have.”

“Don’t make me anxious Devi. Tell me what has happened.”

“They surrendered. They travelled to the outskirts of the city and surrendered themselves.”

Bhumimitra got the shock of his life. “Why! Why would they do that?” he cried out, “I wasn’t asking them for ‘sati’. I had made arrangements for their safe passage. Why would they not take that respectable route and do this…”

“Please hold yourself together, Sir. It won’t do for you to break down.”

“If only they had waited a little. We are ready to attack in two days. There are enough arrangements inside the city to hold them off until then…”

“If they had waited Sir, you would never have known how unreliable and weak they were.” Chandrika had no sympathy for them. “And hypocrites. Once the eldest queen refused to leave the palace, they did not have the courage to face their own limitations. They also repeated her decision. Obviously they didn’t have the courage to follow through on the much tougher decision of the Maharani. Hence the surrender. I mourn Maharani Padmaja Sir. For the other two – excuse my curtness – but ‘good riddance’.”

He sighed. “You are right, Devi. And yet – I can’t be so rational about it. It has hurt me.”

“Feeling hurt is human, His Highness. But not getting affected by your personal hurt and doing your duty towards your people is what kings are supposed to do. You would make your planned attack, won’t you?”

“Yes. I will.”

—

The king made his preparation at the night itself. He would leave for the city in the morning. All his allies would camp at a predetermined place few miles away from the enemy camps and attack the unsuspecting enemy. For crossing the jungle and reaching there, he would don one of the soldier’s uniform he had been carrying. His ammunitions, horses and other warfare tools were being guarded by other allies and he would find them at their camp.

Chandrika came to him with a mud-plate. She had arranged for tilak with which she would put on him in the morning. Their mood was somber.

“You will regain your kingdom and your palace, Sir. I am sure of that,” she said.

“Yes. I think so too,” he smiled sadly.

“Aren’t you happy about it?”

“Me? I am, I think. But you aren’t, right?”

“Why do you say so?”

“You would be happier being left behind in these jungles, instead of coming with me, won’t you?”

She stayed silent for a few moments. He looked at her anxiously, searching for answers to some questions. Then she spoke slowly, “Not any longer. Not without you, Swami!”

His heart leapt with joy. For the first time she had addressed him not as a king, but as her husband. But that would not satisfy him. Swami – used to address husband, but it meant a master, which the husband was supposed to be. But he wasn’t looking to be her master.

“Swami?” he questioned.

She blushed hard. “Priya!” she managed to say. The beloved! “If you choose to accept my feelings.”

“Choose to?” he smiled, his smile reaching all the way up to his softened eyes, “I had no chance to choose, Devi. I had fallen in love the moment I had turned to look at the woman who had stopped me from eating a poisonous fruit in the jungles of Chandranagar. It has taken us a lot of time, and a great deal of trouble, to reach here. Let me hold you tonight and tell you just how bittersweet this wait has been and how I intend to make up for the lost time.”

“The night is yours Sir, and so am I. Have always been.”

“My lust has always been satisfied. By my wives, by the professional women, but the women surrendering in a war… Tonight I ask you for ratidaan. Not out of a sense of duty or obligation, or for any selfish expectations, or out of any fear or terror. I ask for it out of love. That is the only reason for which I ask, and that is the only reason I will accept it for.”

“That is the only reason, I will give it for. Rest assured.”

He held out his hand and drew her in his embrace. The night of union had finally arrived for them!

—

“You are coming as well?” he asked uncertainly in the morning.

“Yes.”

“It’s not like I can order you to stay back?”

“I want to come with you.” That was a change! She sounded almost meek. She didn’t say she’d disobey him. She just expressed her wish and hoped that he would indulge her. But then, that had always been the case. She had never disobeyed him. He had always felt like indulging on his own. So, nothing had changed really, he thought to himself. Except that blush that crept up on her cheeks every so often. And the voice that was now soft, instead of petulant and bitter. He’d still indulge her. And he’d not regret it. Nothing of importance had changed.

But he felt like teasing her a little. “I’d gain the reputation of being overly smitten by my wife at this rate. Who has ever heard of taking a woman along to the hiding place in a jungle; and then to a battlefield?”

“Is that true?” she colored. She was surprised by her own reaction. If he had said something like this earlier, she’d have responded with rational reasoning. Accepting that this is possible and still making a case for her choice. But right now… she just colored. Gosh! One night and everything had changed. She was suddenly this young woman madly in love. Everything other than what he felt or said faded in the background.

Seeing her reaction, he realized that she had taken it seriously. “It’s true. But only until they see you in action!” he decided to relieve her.

And she was relieved. She found her old self back. “Yes,” she said, “And I am going there as your soldier, Sir. Not as your wife. It will be my duty to protect you. Not the other way round.”

He grinned at her. She lived in some other world, didn’t she?

“Let’s go,” he said affectionately and they left for their journey.

—

To be continued

The problem with Chandranagar’s affairs indeed went away after their king was discreetly informed of the affair. Being principled and headstrong as Chandrika’s father was, he didn’t spare even his sons and nephews and had them arrested for conspiracy against the king.

Chandrika found herself discussing and counseling Bhumimitra more and more on political and strategic affairs. She didn’t realize, but her jungle sojourns became less frequent. Mrinalini felt happy about it, and she made sure that nobody pointed out the change to her mistress.

One of the influences Chandrika had on Bhumimitra was that he was now not interested in conquering new lands for the heck of it. He focused on maintaining peace and ensuring economic progress of his subjects. One year went by in this fashion, after which he was forced into the battle-field once again. Taking a cue from the policies of the strongest kingdom Raigarh, most of the neighboring states were also happy to let the peace reign. The bad news came not from them, but from the attack of a foreign army. Charmed by the story of India being a “Golden Bird”, foreigners had never ceased to attack India from time to time. Most of them had no intention of staying here and managing the land as an extension of their kingdoms. They came to plunder and please themselves. They must be stopped! It was an alliance of Raigarh, Chandranagar and other neighboring states that set out to limit the progress of one such foreign army.

Chandrika, other queens, the entire staff of the palace and civilians of Raigarh waited as the battle went on, several hundred miles to the west of the kingdom. It had been five months. The news from the frontier was mixed. Something in the messages told Chandrika that the reality was worse than what they directly conveyed. The king probably didn’t want people back home to panic.

—

And her fears came true. One night, the king came to the palace with only few of his trusted bodyguards and soldiers and summoned all the queens. He informed them as briefly as possible that the foreigners had much more sophisticated weapons. They also had a lot of money they had plundered on their way to India and that was their most lethal weapon. They had been able to turn many soldiers and entire platoons against their masters with the lure of money, power and position.  Strategic retreat was the only option left for Bhumimitra and some other kings. They will retreat into the jungle and reorganize after laying low for a while. Meanwhile, the city was fortified and arrangements for the safety of the subjects were made. The soldiers in the city will be able to guard it even if the enemy came there.

But to account for unexpected calamities, the queens and young children in the royal household were to take refuse in the eldest queen’s parental home. Their kingdom was quite far and safe from the enemy. Messages had already been exchanged with them to make arrangements.

“Sir!” The eldest queen interrupted him, “I will send the children and others to my parents’ home. But as the head of the household, I can’t abandon my house.”

“It is but a strategic retreat Queen!” Bhumimitra tried to explain to her, “There can be nothing wrong in it.”

“It is fine for men to strategize, Sir. I will stay here and if enemy came, I’d offer myself as Sati. That is what becomes Kshatranis.”

“But…” the king looked helpless.

“Don’t fret over it, Sir. I will die an honorable death.”

“I don’t want to order you against doing something your heart doesn’t permit. But I would not hold it against you, rather welcome it, if you change your mind. You have until brahm muhurta to decide.” He, then, turned to his second and third queen, “Her parents are happy to host all of us. Irrespective of the eldest queen’s decision, you should make arrangements for your departure. Please pack light. It isn’t a pleasure trip, as you already know.”

But after the example set by the eldest queen, even though the other two wanted safety, they could not accept it. They also announced that they will send the children, but stay back themselves. King felt exasperated, but could not do anything. He realized that Chandrika was silent throughout. If his other wives were difficult to manage at this hour, he didn’t even want to start imagining what Chandrika would want. He dismissed the queens without saying anything specifically to her. But she stayed back.

“You also have the option of going to Chandranagar. It is difficult to reach for foreigners.”

“I will go with you.”

“What?”

“I will go with you.”

“Devi Chandrika. I am going to be a refugee. In the jungles. This is no time for you to accompany me.”

“And nobody knows jungles better than me. Not you, not your bodyguards, ministers and soldiers, not the foreigners. I can be of help.”

“I can’t allow this. It is too risky.”

“I won’t take a ‘No’. You have always indulged my unconventional desires. Don’t step back this time. For once, I could be really useful to you and in doing to so my people, my country. Please His Highness.”

He looked at her for a few moments and then sighed. “Fine. Don a commoners dress and pack all such dresses you have. And also the soldier’s uniforms. We may have to fight.”

“Thank you, Sir,” her eyes were moist. “And can we send Mrinalini and my other friends from my paternal home to Chandranagar for their safety?”

“Yes.”

—

Bhumimitra was the leader of the army that had been formed by several Indian kingdoms coming together. His security was most important. He was to find himself a secure place in the jungle and stay there with a messenger. He knew the locations of others and would communicate with them through the messenger about the strategy and the time to fight back.

After giving into Chandrika’s wishes, he was anxious. It was an unheard of decision. If things went wrong and something happened to her, he will never be able to forgive or trust himself. And yet – deep down – he was happy. Who could have thought that he would have company, that of his wife, in such dire days?

They proceeded towards the jungle along with a messenger named Virat, who was also a trained soldier. Chandrika guided them to the interiors of the jungle, which any city-dweller would find impossible to navigate.

She made friends with the jungle dwellers. She knew their language, which was different not only from Sanskrit, but also from the commoner’s language in the city. She was also well-versed with their customs and soon their apprehension of the city dwellers was gone. They made them huts like their own and also helped them arrange for food from jungle and clothes made of tree leaves. Bhumimitra didn’t understand the language, so he had to get the details from her later.

“What do they know about us?”

“That we are the citizens of Raigarh and have fled to avoid the foreigner enemies at the suggestion of our king.”

“Hmm… They believed you?”

“I hope so. But they were extremely amused.”

“Amused? About what?”

She bit her lips. She shouldn’t tell him about that. “The idea of city dwellers fleeing to jungle,” she lied. They had made a rather sarcastic comment about how come the great “Arya” leaders of “Aryavarta” were unable to protect their people from foreigners.

“I see.”

“Don’t take anything they say to heart, Your Majesty,” she added somberly on realizing that even that statement would have hurt his pride, “They are simple people. They don’t think kindly of us. But that is nothing personal against us.”

Bhumimitra smiled at that.

“You are worried about something.”

“I have a lot to do, Devi. Firstly I have to set channels to get the news from the city. Then start communication with other kings and armies.”

“Sleep tonight, Sir. You are exhausted. A tired mind and body do not help in making good decisions. Tomorrow morning, let us start afresh.”

The king looked around. Amidst the crisis, he had food, shelter, a home, a caring wife… Life was being good to him. He would emerge the winner. Especially with this extraordinary woman by his side. He lied down on the straw bed she had prepared, and closed his eyes. He felt her hands massaging his forehead, shoulder and legs one by one. He had a sound sleep that night, the kind he hadn’t had even in the most peaceful days in his palace.

—

When he woke up the next morning, the other straw bed was unoccupied. He went out and saw her practicing various sword movements by herself. He took out his own sword and stepped before her. She did not stop to greet him; instead they started a mock fight immediately. Even after half an hour or so, neither of them was close to getting defeated. So, they stopped without conclusion.

“You are becoming too good, Devi Chandrika.”

“You are the teacher, Sir.”

“I am now really scared. I am at your mercy in the middle of this jungle I can’t navigate, amongst the people I can’t communicate with, without you. Now even with sword you are an equal.”

“You are safe then, Sir,” she laughed. For the first time since their marriage, he felt that her laughter was not sarcastic, or bitter. It was an unaffected laughter, purely of amusement and pleasure. “If I have power, I don’t believe in wielding it. Did you sleep well?”

“Very well. But you got up pretty early.”

“I was already well-rested. I am not the one who has been in the battlefield for five months.”

“But you would very much have liked to be,” he chuckled.

“Not really. What I would really like is to be here, in the pure surroundings of the jungle. Picking up fruits, or hunting for my food, tree leaves for my clothes and these simple huts for my dwelling.”

“Too bad you were born a princess.”

“Too bad, indeed! So, I will try to be a good wife in this birth. Then in my next birth, the almighty might grant me my wishes and I will be born as a vankanya,” she replied with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“And how do you propose to do that?” the king was enjoying this banter too.

“Well. At first by helping you with messengers for the city.”

“How so?” he was all ears now.

“Our friends in jungle are very cooperative and helpful. We don’t need to send Virat all the time. Alone, he might not even be adequate.”

“They will help us?”

“They have promised.”

“But can they get the news from the city? They don’t even speak the language.”

“Some of their youngsters do. They go to the city to barter for things once in a while.”

“That is news to me.”

“A good news, I hope.”

“Certainly. Shall we get started directly then? Much might already have changed since we left.”

“I will call them.”

“Devi.”

“Yes Sir?”

“How will we compensate them?”

She smiled. “When we can, we will. They don’t expect to be compensated. That is not how these people work.”

—

To be continued

“Tell His Highness,” she told the messenger, “That I will not take more than ten minutes. Mrinalini. You have to help me with my hair. It is in no condition for me to step out of my room.”

“Yes, Queen Ma’am,” Mrinalini gathered herself together on hearing her mistress’ order and got up to help her.

Chandrika entered Bhumimitra’s chamber with trepidation in her heart, but composure in her countenance. After exchanging their greetings, she asked in a low voice, “I hope all is well with Your Majesty.”

“Oh yes! I am sorry Devi Chandrika. Did I disturb your afternoon nap?”

“No. No Sir. I am not used to taking afternoon naps. If I can be of any service…”

“I was getting bored. So, I sought your company. If it is an inconvenience…”

“No,” her heart skipped a beat on hearing him, “Not at all. It’s an honour.”

“Please do sit down.”

“I hope there are no distressing news from any neighboring states,” she sat down and asked by the way of making small talk.

“No. There isn’t. Feels almost unreal. It has never been so peaceful for so many months at stretch in last couple of decades.”

“That’s why you are bored,” she joked and then got worried. Would he be offended?

But to her relief, he laughed, “Well. I am a soldier at heart, Devi. What do you expect?”

“Hmm…”

“You don’t approve of wars?”

“We’d be better off as a race, and we’d progress much more if there were fewer wars.”

“But there are always evil forces. Good has to win the wars. Evil won’t let us progress.”

“You are right at some very broad level. But in most wars around us, one can never be sure which is the good side, and which is the bad one.”

“One can’t be?”

“If Raigarh and Chandranagar had fought, which side would one consider good? One’s own side? Isn’t that always the definition? But hardly ever rational.”

King smiled. It was an irrefutable logic. “It looks like women have an advantage of broader perspective. You belong to at least two different places.”

“Possibly. And some would argue that world would be a different place if women were the decision-makers.”

“But you can’t stop wars by yourself. We are a greedy race. Even if you don’t want to fight, others will attack your home and you will be forced to.”

“I’m not saying that you have any option, Sir. You have your duties as a king. My thoughts are often ramblings of someone used to inaction.”

“You do yourself and your thoughts a gross injustice. They are always extremely refined and wise.”

“I will accept that complement as gracefully as I can. And yet…”

“And yet?”

“Nothing, Sir. Would you like to have some sherbet or a paan?”

“I want to know what you were saying.”

“It is nothing great, Sir. The ingredients for paan that I see in this paandaan are exquisite. I believe you ordered each of them from the places where they grow them the best.”

“Don’t force me to order you, Devi Chandrika.” For some reason, Bhumimitra just couldn’t let go.

She sighed, “All right. I will speak. But you will have to pardon me in advance. For my intention is not to insult anyone. My thoughts are wayward at times.”

“I have pardoned every act of yours in advance, Devi. One can hardly use conventional yardsticks with you.”

“Thank you, Sir. I often think that princesses and queens are the most useless amongst humans. Kings and princes run the country, maintain peace, protect their subjects. Common man works hard to create things the society needs to survive and progress. Common woman also has her role to play in her society. Even if her status is inferior to her man, she is needed for running the society. She cooks for her family, takes care of their health, keeps the house clean and livable. She serves her husband, she brings up her children. She is responsible for the welfare of her husband and children. But queens and princesses? What are we useful for? For adorning jewelry, for petty fights in antahpur, for symbolically giving alms from public funds? For being exchanged as a seal of political contracts, for being held up like an object – the trophy of honor? Our status as even wives and daughters is at best symbolic. Other people run our households. We just sit there, all adorned and doing nothing. And if I can be utterly honest, unlike a common woman, we aren’t needed even for satisfying the carnal desires of our husbands. They have professional women at their beck and call to do that. There isn’t another creature in the world, not even the insects swarming in mud, which is as useless as us.”

King Bhumimitra was speechless for a while. This was one extra-ordinary woman for sure. She had the ability to turn someone’s world upside-down just with her words. If she got a chance to act… She would probably turn not just his, but the whole real world upside-down. There was that spark, that intelligence, that internal strength, which was beyond comprehension by most mortals. And yet… there was something extremely pitiful about what she had said. He finally found a word for what it was…

“Devi. Such self-loathing! That’s not right,” he commented gently.

She gave an embarrassed chuckle, “I am sorry, Sir. I have scandalized you with my bitter outpourings. Don’t think too much about them. I have overwhelmed Mrinalini all my life with this nonsense. Poor woman. She finally stopped paying attention. You were getting bored. Let’s find something to talk about that interests you.”

“Devi. Unfortunately, it is time for me to return to the court. But can I have the pleasure of your company tomorrow afternoon as well?”

She was surprised that he wanted to talk more to her. “As usual. It will be an honour.”

“Shall I need to send a messenger?”

“No Sir. I will be here. Shall I see you in the evening for practice?”

“Yes.”

She already knew that it wasn’t her turn that night. So, she did not ask about that.

—

The king appeared lost in his thoughts when Chandrika entered his chamber next afternoon. He was surprised on seeing her there; then remembered his invitation and smiled at her.

“Am I disturbing you, Sir? Would you rather rest alone?” she asked courteously.

“No Devi. Please sit down,” he rubbed his forehead as he sat up straight and then leaned against the headboard of his bed.

“Do you have a head ache?”

“A slight one.”

“Let me give you a head-massage.”

“No!” he was startled. Why would a queen do that? “You don’t need to do that Devi Chandrika. There are servants….” Then his voice drowned as he remembered her lamenting the uselessness of queens and princesses the previous day. “I’m sorry,” he said in a gentle voice, “That was insensitive of me. I only stopped you because it might be considered beneath you. But I also know that the conventional yardstick doesn’t apply to you. If you do this for me… it would be the… most special thing anyone would have ever done to me.”

“Then, let me do it,” her voice quivered with emotions.

He nodded and lied down. She shifted to sit near the headboard so that she could massage his forehead. Her hands were warm and soft. The king was no alien to female proximity and touch. But her touch still affected him. As he recalled her quivering voice, a thought crossed his head. Was it possible that he was winning the heart of this utterly unconventional, incomprehensible woman? Even if not already, could he do it in future? Play the game of love? Something he had read about, but never got a chance to play. All his marriages had been political alliances. And while he was happy enough in them, he never had an experience of winning a worthy woman’s love!

—

Chandrika looked thoughtful with her naked sword at king’s throat, his own having been thrown away by her in an earlier move.

“I haven’t improved that much Your Majesty. What is the matter? You were distracted,” she asked after withdrawing.

“Please sit down, Devi. There is something I want to tell you.”

It sounded ominous. But Chandrika followed the king to the chairs placed near the practice area and sat down.

“What is it?”

“In the afternoon, what I was worried about was the news from Chandranagar. It is not good.”

“How so?”

“Our spies have reported that they are planning to break our peace treaty and try to capture the villages along the border.”

“That doesn’t sound right…”

“I’m sorry. But if you think neutrally, you’d see that it is very much possible. Even if it is from your own folks.”

“Sir. I know my father. He is a stubborn, idealist. He doesn’t promise things easily. You know how much you had to wait for the peace and alliance treaty. But once he makes a promise, he will keep it, even foolishly sometimes, irrespective of repercussions.”

“You are saying that reports are wrong?” his brows furrowed.

“No. I am trying to think what the reports could mean. The people I am not sure about are my brothers and cousins. Most of them are more unscrupulous and they don’t like to be ruled by my father’s iron hand. In all likelihood, whatever is happening is happening without my father’s knowledge.”

“Either way, we will have to protect ourselves and then react.”

“You could just have my father informed. He would himself quell what he’d see a rebellion against him. You won’t have to put your men at risk.”

“That is a very dubious suggestion you make, Queen Chandrika,” he smiled and shook his head. He had addressed her as “Queen” for the first time. Chandrika thought that he was trying to remind her of her duty towards Raigarh over Chandranagar.

“Sir. Given the vows I have taken, my loyalty lies with you first, and with my father later. Between my father and brothers, my loyalty lies with the former. There isn’t much conflict of interest here, thankfully.”

“Hmm…” Bhumimitra looked thoughtful.

“And anyway. If you decide to inform my father, you shouldn’t do it officially.”

“Why not?”

She chuckled, “He’d take the presence of your spies in his kingdom an effrontery to his honor. That you didn’t trust him.”

“That’s naïve!”

“So was the thought that he could hold his own against Raigarh. But that’s my father for you!”

“So, what do you suggest?”

“You let the ‘rumour’ reach him about the plans from his sons and subordinates. Meanwhile you do whatever preparation you have to do. If he doesn’t take action, you can take your own.”

Bhumimitra laughed pleasantly, “If your father had employed you in his court, instead of letting your run around in jungles, I’d have to fear Chandranagar. Good day, Devi. I will see you at night.”

—

To be continued

“I’m not sure I understand you, Sir.”

“Devi Chandrika. How am I to keep you happy? You are difficult woman to keep happy. But I have my vows to stand by. I have been thinking about it since the moment I saw you walking towards the mandap.”

The silence was excruciating for her. What was he on to? What should she say?

He spoke after a pause, “I know that this wedding has been against your wishes…”

“His Highness! I apologize for interrupting you. But the circumstances are nothing new for women in my position. I respect the holy bond of matrimony.”

“I don’t doubt that, Devi.”

“I can see that there is something on your mind, Sir. You can ask whatever you want to.”

“That jungle…. It was quite far from the palace. How did you used to go?”

“On horseback,” she replied.

“With whom?”

She took a deep breath to swallow what she thought was an implied insult. She wasn’t escorted by a man. She didn’t go to meet a secret lover. “With one of my friends, Sir.”

“It would be the same young woman who was with you here when I came?”

“My friends are under my protection, Sir. I know you are gracious enough to not ask me to betray them. Whatever complaints you have are against me. Whatever punishments you have to give, it should be meted out to me. I would only request that it be done in a way that the word doesn’t reach my parents. Else the hard-earned peace would be violated forever for the sake of royal egos.”

“You are acting guilty? I am surprised. I thought you were more spirited than that.”

“Before my God, and before my conscience, I am not guilty, Sir. I am not acting guilty. If I were a common woman, I would have fought for my choices. But in my position, how my conduct is perceived has implications beyond my personal life. I can’t just stop caring. I don’t want to fight with you, Your Majesty. I don’t want to invite your wrath. If you can trust my words, I was not accompanied by a man; I didn’t go to meet a secret lover. None of that. But if I can’t convince you, and you must act to save your honor, your action, your wrath must be directed solely towards me. It would be a great disservice to the subjects of Chandranagar and Raigarh, if your grudges against me should result in a war.”

Bhumimitra smiled, “Rest assured, Devi Chandrika. I don’t have any grudges against you. It is difficult to not trust someone as straightforward as you. That is a rare quality in women – the princesses and queens especially. If that is what has kept you restless and standing all this while, would you please relax and sit down?”

Even with all her forced grace and composure, Chandrika could not help letting out a sigh. She sat down on the bed without waiting for her husband to do that. But he followed the suit. He didn’t sit close to her though, almost at the other edge.

“I know that you respect the holy bond of matrimony,” the king spoke again after they were seated, “But I also know that your self-respect is hurt with the situation it leaves you in. If I had known earlier, I’d have made a different peace offer. I could have asked your hand for someone else in the court, who would have fulfilled the criteria that is most important to you…”

“My father is too proud to have accepted that. He took three weeks even to accept even your hand for me.”

“True,” he nodded in agreement, “Was he against my proposal because he knew about your wishes?”

“Ah!” she smiled bitterly, “I wish! No Sir. He had no such tender reasons. It was his kshatriya blood boiling. He thought he could defeat you in a war and he didn’t have to bow down to you. It took him three weeks of counsel from every eminent person in the court to accept otherwise.”

Bhumimitra was impressed. She was a keen and accurate observer of politics, despite her complaints with it.

“I am a man of world too, Devi. And a kshatriya. It won’t be possible for me to liberate you or to give you another man of your choice.”

“Please don’t talk like that,” she said in a small voice.

“I am only discussing politics with you, which you are fully capable of understanding. Please don’t feel otherwise about it.”

She nodded. Then he continued, “I can’t do anything like that. For the sake of my honour. For the sake of peace, and welfare of my subjects. But what I can promise you is that I won’t impose myself upon you.”

Chandrike shot a surprised glance at him. This statement could be interpreted in several ways. Was it supposed to be relief for her? A punishment? Was he angry? Hurt? Insulted? Or could his words be taken on face value? His expressions were amiable. Chandrika relaxed.

“It is such an extra ordinary thing you said, Sir, that I don’t know how to react to it.”

“Be happy. That’s all I am trying to achieve. I would still come here about one in four nights. We don’t need the world gossiping. And Devi. This kingdom sports a vast jungle as well. If you want to continue your jungle sojourns and explore the fruits, animals and flowers, as the queen of Raigarh, nobody will stop you.”

She went agape at that. Was she dreaming? Her reaction made the king laugh out loud. This had been so beyond anything she expected that she had forgotten all her grooming and grace. There was something incredibly amusing and cute about that.

She realized that soon enough and looked away from him.

“That is very kind of you, His Highness. However, I am prone to taking it seriously. If you jest, you must tell me now, before I make a blunder.”

“I don’t jest, Devi. But what I need to be sure of is your safety. Would you mind taking…”

“I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can ride and you carry the dagger, but…”

“Also the sword and the bow and arrow. I can use them. But I need a soldier’s dress for carrying them. Mrinalini is also trained.”

“Would that be enough?”

“If you’d allow, I can train more women.”

“Fair enough. I am trusting your judgment.”

“You won’t regret it.”

“In the morning, I will show you a way from the back gate of the antahpur to a very fascinating jungle. Right now, I am tired and I must lie down here. Hope you don’t mind.”

She shook her head.

“Great! As a queen you may not know what goes on in the bedrooms of your servants. But they would observe everything in yours as soon as the doors open in the morning. You’d do well to take off your jewelry, undo your hair and sleep in the bed! The sheets should be crumpled in the morning. Have a good night.”

“Good night, Sir.”

She did all he had suggested, while fighting the whirlwinds in her head. What on earth was happening to her? It couldn’t be real, could it?

—

But it was. It was real. The king kept his word. He showed her the back gate and the way to the jungle. He instructed the security to never obstruct her way. He arranged for commoners’ dresses and soldier’s uniforms for her that she could use when she felt like.

She also started training women in sword-fighting. Bhumimitra walked into the open quadrilateral one day when the training was going on. Chandrika was having a mock fight with one of the women and pretty soon she defeated her. Then she explained to everyone what the technical mistakes were that the woman made.

“Excellent!” exclaimed the king startling the women. They all bowed to the king. Chandrika nodded at them and they stepped out to leave them alone. Then Chandrika also bowed with folded hands to greet the king. He reciprocated her greetings.

“Shall we have a round of practice?”

“We?” her eyes went wide with surprise. Was he going to indulge her to that extent?

“Why? Are you scared?” he teased her.

“No. Just that… I don’t have your kind of practice. Or the stamina.”

“You have the right technique. Who taught you?”

“I pestered my brothers.”

“They taught you well. So? Shall we?”

“On one condition.”

“What is it?”

“You won’t treat me with kid’s gloves. You won’t let me win just to humor me.”

“That’s an admirable condition. I promise, I won’t.”

And the duel started. Despite his promise, he did fight in a relaxed manner in the beginning. But soon realized that Chandrika was quite aggressive.  He still let the fight go on for a while, before going whole-hog and finally ridding her of her weapon. She accepted her defeat with a graceful smile.

“You want more practice?”

“I do.”

“You can join me in the mornings.”

She chuckled. “That can’t be a good news for our kingdom. If you practiced with me, you will soon be over-confident. One needs to practice with equals or superiors to improve.”

“Wisdom speaking as always. Evenings then? For half-an-hour after the court is over.”

“It’d be an honour, Sir,” Chadrika replied sincerely. He was indulging her a lot!

There was no way to avoid rumors. But the rumors were not what she would have feared. That they had not consummated their marriage. They were all about how the fourth queen was king’s favorite. Mrinalini teased her endlessly. But for the first time in her life, she didn’t share much with her friend. What was happening to her was so extra-ordinary that she didn’t know what to make of it. What was she to tell her friend about her husband’s indulgences?

And the rumors gained strength, when one day, the king summoned her in the middle of the day. This was the time when court broke for lunch for a few hours and the king took lunch and rested in his own quarters near the courthouse.

It was such an unusual request for a queen to be summoned there during the daytime that she and all the women with her stared at each other in stunned silence when it was announced. As the queen, the responsibility of acting unfazed again fell on Chandrika.

—

To be continued

“Princess Chandrika. The baraat is here. Won’t you like to take a look at your groom? We can go to the balcony.” Chandrika’s best friend, Mrinalini, came to her.

“I have to see him all my life, Mrinalini. It’s not like I can reject him if I don’t like him.”

“Come on, Princess. You can’t be this skeptical on your wedding day. It’s the beginning of your new life. I’m sure the king will love you more than his other wives. Where will he find such a companion?”

“Oh yes! I will learn to live on scraps. And would learn how to fight for a bigger piece of it. Don’t worry, Mrinalini. I will live. You go ahead and do what you have to do. You don’t have the luxury of being a bride and sitting here doing nothing. You would have work to attend to.”

“As a matter of fact, I do. But princess, I hate to see you this sad. Like it or not, the days of jungle escapades are over. Please embrace your new life.”

Chandrika smiled. She realized that her bitterness was making her friend miserable. “Don’t worry, Mrinalini. I am fine. You go ahead and attend to your work. And once you come with me to my new home, I’m sure we’ll find a brave, nobleman for you too.”

“You jest, princess. I am not going there to find a husband for myself. I am going there so that I can keep you company. Anyway. I am off now.”

—

King Bhumimitra should have been happy. Finally, the day had come. The wedding that would seal the relationship of his kingdom Raigarh with that of the neighboring kingdom of Chandranagar was to happen today. He had camped near Chandranagar for four weeks. It had taken three weeks for the proud king of Chandranagar to see the point in making peace with the much stronger kingdom of Raigarh. Bhumimitra would have crushed any other kingdom of that size in a one-day battle. But Chandranagar was located strategically. Having it as an ally would be far more useful than having it as a crushed dominion. And what better way of making peaceful alliance and ensuring lifelong loyalty than to bind the two royal families with a relationship of matrimony? It was a tried and tested formula for centuries. Royal weddings were rarely about love and familial aspirations. They were about politics. Bhumimitra himself had been a groom thrice earlier. At other times he had asked for the hands of princesses for other members of his royal family and court, depending on the stature of the kingdom in question.

And yet, there was something that was bothering him this time. He didn’t know what, until his bride was brought to the mandap. He figured that he wasn’t as surprised as he should have been. The woman in the jungle had gotten to him. She had made him restless. And the more he thought about her, especially their last meeting, the more anxious he became. The similarities were uncanny. She was lamenting getting married to a rich, nobleman with three wives. Her marriage had been fixed on the same day when King Chandravarna of Chandranagar had accepted his proposal of peace and had agreed to marry his daughter to him. No wonder he wasn’t as surprised on finding the jungle-woman as his bride as he should have been.

But why was she not surprised? Did she know already… No! He realized that she wasn’t looking up. She hadn’t seen his face. He had been through this motion thrice. He had known that despite the shyness, the young brides could never suppress their curiosity and excitement about their grooms and they would invariably look up at least once. But there was no curious or excited bone in her. She was listless as she walked towards the mandap. People would have passed it off as her shyness, but Bhumimitra knew that she was extremely unhappy. He sighed! He hadn’t often thought about the situation from the point of view of women. It had just seemed like the way the world naturally worked and all parties accepted their roles in it. Until one day a princess challenged the appropriateness of such arrangements and passed on her anxiety to him!

—

The celebrations for welcoming her to Raigarh were over. Everyone had left her alone. Only Mrianlini was there. She would leave once the king’s arrival was announced. Chandrika thought about the last two tiring days. The pre-wedding rituals, the attempts to make her look even more beautiful than she already was, the night-long wedding ceremony, her crying relatives in the morning, her mother whispering some final words of advice into her ears, her getting on the palki – she should probably call it a royal palki – with her friends, her coming here, subjects of Raigarh welcoming her with showers of flower-petals, the singing and dancing all around, the welcome done by the first queen – the maharani – her rival from now on, the delightful music in the evening that she found tiresome… She remembered everything, except the face of her groom. She hadn’t looked up at him even once.  How long would it take before all this became history and the same subjects welcomed yet another queen? The fifth; then the sixth; and she became one of the thousand faces peeping from the royal windows and balconies? What would she do in the days to come? Please her husband in bed. Hope that she bears him a son. Plot and plan to get him the kingdom or at least a good position in the court. God forbid if she bore a daughter. How helpless would it feel for her to be given away one day just like this. To some king. He would take her away. Not with love. Not because he would need her. But because it would further his political ambitions. Oh God! Would she be able to do all of that? Starting with the antahpur-politics?

“Princess… Actually Queen Ma’am,” Mrinalini addressed her with a smile, “Won’t you…”

“Mrinalini. Please continue calling me Princess. It feels good,” Chandrika interrupted her.

“But it isn’t appropriate.”

“You know I don’t care. If you are scared of others, do whatever is appropriate in their presence. But in private, please let it be the old way. I want to stay in touch with my identity.”

“You have a new and respectable identity now. Why shy away from that?”

“Yeah,” Chandirka laughed sarcastically, “I know. A new identity. Fourth wife of a warring king. How respectable and unique.”

Mrinalini fell silent at that. How could she respond to her mistress’ cynicism? But she cared a lot about her. If only she had the power to give her a piece of mind… To her relief, however, Chandrika restarted the conversation, “Anyway. Don’t bother with my bitterness. You were saying something.”

“Yeah. Wouldn’t you like to sit down on the bed? It’s quite late. His highness, the king, would be due anytime.” Chandrika was standing near the window and pacing up and down the room once in a while.

”He won’t come unannounced, Mrinalini. Kings never do. Don’t worry.”

“As you say Ma’am.”

A few minutes later, a deliberate coughing sound disturbed their respective reveries. Mrinalini saw him first. “His highness,” she bowed respectfully and sent a hurried glance Chandrika’s way. Then she rushed out of the room leaving them alone.

Chandrika stood there stupefied for a moment with her eyes downcast. This had happened unexpectedly. She was expecting someone to announce him.  But he had decided to be unconventional. Then she gained her wits back and bowed slightly with folded hands to welcome him. It was unavoidable after that. She had to look at him, at his face. She got a second shock within moments, this time a much bigger one than earlier. She almost stumbled in shock. He was not in a soldier’s uniform, but in a bright gown accompanied by all the rich jewelry. But there was no mistaking that sharp, strong face. The soldier from the jungle. King of Raigarh? Now her husband? What could all this mean for her? But she was a princess. She had been groomed to keep her grace even in the most strenuous circumstances. She managed not to lick her dry lips and collected herself together. “Pardon my unpreparedness His Highness. The honour of your arrival came unannounced.”

“Devi,” came a smiling voice to her, “I am sorry I startled you. But what I thought was right. You hadn’t seen my face through all the rituals of the last two days.”

“It would hardly become a bride to be doing that, Your Majesty. I am sure you are gracious enough to not blame me for that.”

“You must be tired. Why don’t you sit down?”

If she had been sitting on the bed already, it would have been a different matter. But now she was in the presence of the king. And some queens might actually become friendly and familiar with their husbands over time. But that wasn’t the case with them. She had to offer him a seat first.

“After you, Sir.”

“You do realize that I am here not as a king, but as your husband. And you are not my subject, but my wife.”

“And I have been taught since my childhood, Sir, that in royal households, a king is always a king first and anything else later. When it comes to choosing between your family’s and your subjects’ welfare, you would choose your subjects, won’t you?”

“You are too wise and learned to expect otherwise, Devi. But today, I don’t have to choose. I have taken some vows as your husband yesterday and I have been wondering how I would stand by them?”

A chill ran down her spine. Would he refer to her escapades now? Would he claim that she didn’t deserve to be his wife? That he would not stand by her as her husband? If something like that happened, the swords would be drawn. Her family would feel humiliated, they would retaliate and the subjects of Chandranagar would suffer the worst. She could not have that on her conscience. That was the reason she had agreed to this wedding. Without knowing that she was inviting more troubles. Through this internal storm, she maintained her outward calmness.

—

To be continued

“Don’t eat that fruit, traveler,” the sweet, but aristocratic voice surprised the man in a soldier’s uniform, who was about the pluck a fruit from the tree. It sounded out of place in the deserted, jungle area he was passing through. Out-of-place experiences often signified danger and instinctively his hand went to the hilt of his sword. His surprise did not lessen when he turned around to face the source of the voice. Who was she? A princess in the garb of a commoner? He stood transfixed.

“Relax,” the woman smiled when she noticed his hand on the sword, “I stopped you form eating it because it could be poisonous. If you are not a native, you may not know how to differentiate the domesticated variety from the poisonous, wild ones.”

“Who are you?” the soldier was still not relaxed. But it wasn’t because of any perceived danger. The woman was incredibly beautiful. Thin, pink lips; round, innocent face; big, expressive eyes; that sharp, peacock-like nose; and the long, flowing hair.

“Someone who saved your life,” she said as she went ahead and plucked the fruit the soldier was going to pluck, “This is poisonous.”

“Thank you,” the soldier had gathered some composure by then.

“Are you hungry?” she asked.

“I am not dying. But something to eat, that won’t kill me, would have been good.”

“Let me see,” she looked around, “”Here! Try this one. This isn’t poisonous.” She plucked another fruit from a nearby tree and offered it to him.

“And how do you know the difference?”

“This jungle is like my home.”

“You look fearless. It can be quite dangerous.”

“You are passing through it as well.”

“I am a soldier. I have my sword, and my training, to protect me.”

“I have my knowledge of the jungle to keep me away from danger. And in the worst case, I can wield my weapons as well,” she deftly pulled out a dagger that was hidden under her dupatta at her waist.

“Wow! You are dangerous,” the soldier was impressed and amused, “I hadn’t noticed that you were armed.” Who could have? Before such beauty and grace! No wonder many wise men professed that women were always the undoing of men. She could have been an assassin in disguise!

“And I know the poisonous fruits from the domesticated ones! In the jungle, I am safer than you are,” she completed her defense.

“You could teach me, then. Distinguishing good fruits from the bad ones.”

“That is not like reading scriptures. I can’t hand you a book to read. This is experience. Doesn’t come in one day.”

“I can come again.”

The woman laughed at his attempts at flirting. “We’ll see. If you are destined to learn, our paths may cross again. Until then, I take your leave.”

—

“What on earth are you doing?” The soldier was racing his horse and barely managed to pull up in time to save the woman from getting trampled, “Why did you come before the horse so suddenly? What were you thinking?”

“I saw you and I thought I should test you.”

“Test me? For what?”

“Whether you are good enough to be my student.”

“Your student?”

“Ah! You forget, Soldier! You had wanted me to teach you the ways of jungle. Well – at least distinguishing a poisonous fruit from a good one.”

“I haven’t forgotten. But how can coming before my galloping horse at the last moment be a test of whether I should be taught the ways of jungle?”

“If you are not good at what you have already been trained for, you can be no good at what you will be taught next.”

“I see. And what is it that I am already trained for?”

“You are a soldier. You ride a fine horse. I believe you are trained in horse-riding.”

“That I am. And I can ride my horse much faster than what you have seen till now. Even in a battlefield.”

“But being a good rider is not about being fast. At least, not only about that. The ability to control the horse quickly is what distinguishes a great rider from a mediocre one!”

An appreciative smile spread on the soldier’s lips. “You are wise,” he said sincerely.

“That I am.”

“So, did I pass your test?”

“Almost.”

“Then will you teach me?”

“Were you coming here for a lesson? Don’t you have any other work?”

“I was exercising my horse.”

“Then continue doing what you were. I have to go back now. It’s getting late.”

“What about my lesson?”

“If you are destined to learn, our paths may cross again. But today I must leave.”

“Where are you going?”

“To my home?”

“You stay in the jungle?”

“No. I stay in the city.”

“Why do you come to the jungle then?”

“The city has no use of my wisdom?”

“That sounds ridiculous. City definitely has more use for wise people.”

“Wise men. Not for wise women. Bye. Until we meet again.”

—

“Accept my greetings,” the woman was the one surprised this time. She hadn’t realized when the soldier came with the horse and unmounted it.

“Good day, Sir.”

“Today is indeed a good day for me.”

“Why?”

“Some problems I was trying to resolve for weeks have finally been resolved. And then I got to meet you.”

She just smiled in reply. Her countenance was sad that day. Not jubilant as usual.

“Shall we start our lesson today?”

“No point starting it now. I won’t be coming here anymore.”

“Why not?”

“My parents have fixed my marriage.”

“That’s great. And aren’t you happy about it?”

“No.”

“Why? Is your finacee not handsome?”

“I don’t know. I don’t care much either.”

“Is he poor? Can’t he look after you?”

“Oh, he is rich. Extremely rich. That is the problem.”

Soldier raised his eyebrows, “Why should that be a problem?”

“He is so rich that he can afford to have multiple wives. He already has three. I will be the fourth one.”

“So? Most rich and noblemen have many wives.”

“You are a man. You won’t understand.”

“Hmm…”

“Not your fault. Even most women don’t understand what my problem is.”

“You want your rich, noble husband all to yourself?” The soldier smiled patronizingly.

“If it’s impossible to have a rich, noble husband to yourself, I can’t live without a rich and noble man for a husband.”

“Yeah? You will marry a villager?”

“I won’t. But not because they are poor.”

“Then?”

“Their mind is base and unrefined. They command no respect.”

“Then? What would you do if you had a choice? Whom would you marry?” The soldier was laughing now.

“Why not a Brahmin?”

“A Brahmin? Over a rich, noble man? Former commands respect. The latter commands respect, and has money for worldly comforts.”

“Swagrihe Pujyate Murkhah Swagrame Pujyate Prabhuh
Swadeshe Pujyate Raja Vidwaan Sarvatra Pujyate.”

(Translation: Even if a man is a fool, he is respected in his home (as the head). A rich, landowner is respected in his village. A king is respected in his kingdom. But a learned man is respected everywhere.)

The woman recited dreamily. It took her a while to come out of her thoughts and realize that the soldier was staring at her in disbelief. Then she realized what she had done. They had been speaking in commoner’s local language till then. But her suddenly spouting a Shloka in Sanskrit clearly gave her away. The soldier knew that she wasn’t an average city dweller. She must be a noblewoman, that too one belonging to the highest echelons of the society, for having been educated that well in Sanskrit. Her pronunciation was perfect. He had already noticed multiple times that her beauty, her grooming and her grace were impeccable. She had no ordinary upbringing.

“Bhadre! Who are you? You adorn a commoner’s garb. But that is just a façade.”

He had questioned her in Sanskrit. That made it clear that he, too, was no ordinary soldier. Must be a nobleman and someone high-up in the chain of administrative command of a kingdom. If he were a commoner, she would have cooked up an alibi that she learned that particular shloka in the accidental company of a noblewoman. But he would be able to see through it and would know that she was lying. So, instead of trying to lie, she decided to appeal to his kindness.

She replied in Sanskrit, “Arya! You could gain nothing from learning about my identity. And obviously I do not know your real identity either. Let’s leave it at that.”

“Why?”

“God is my witness that I have done nothing wrong. But anyone in the society knowing about my little jungle escapades won’t take it kindly.”

“Why do you like the jungle so much?”

“It afforded me the freedom that my society never will. This is the real childhood home that I will have to leave behind and that I will miss. Anyway, this is probably my last escapade. I take your leave and wish you all the best. It was a good day for you. Don’t let it be spoiled on my account.”