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More than a hundred years ago in a great battle fought near Delhi an Indian Prince rode fifty miles after the day was lost with a beggar girl who had loved him and followed him in all his camps on his saddle bow He lost the girl when almost within sight of safety	A
A Maratta trooper tells the story	A
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The wreath of banquet overnight lay withered on the neck	B
Our hands and scarfs were saffron dyed for signal of despair	C
When we went forth to Paniput to battle with the Mlech	D
Ere we came back from Paniput and left a kingdom there	C
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Thrice thirty thousand men were we to force the Jumna fords	E
The hawk winged horse of Damajee mailed squadrons of the Bhao	F
Stark levies of the southern hills the Deccan's sharpest swords	E
And he the harlot's traitor son the goatherd Mulhar Rao	G
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Thrice thirty thousand men were we before the mists had cleared	H
The low white mists of morning heard the war conch scream and bray	I
We called upon Bhowani and we gripped them by the beard	H
We rolled upon them like a flood and washed their ranks away	I
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The children of the hills of Khost before our lances ran	J
We drove the black Rohillas back as cattle to the pen	K
'Twas then we needed Mulhar Rao to end what we began	J
A thousand men had saved the charge he fled the field with ten	K
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There was no room to clear a sword no power to strike a blow	L
For foot to foot ay breast to breast the battle held us fast	M
Save where the naked hill men ran and stabbing from below	L
Brought down the horse and rider and we trampled them and passed	M
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To left the roar of musketry rang like a falling flood	N
To right the sunshine rippled red from redder lance and blade	O
Above the dark Upsaras flew beneath us plashed the blood	N
And bellying black against the dust the Bhagwa Jhanda swayed	O
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The Choosers of the Slain	P
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I saw it fall in smoke and fire the banner of the Bhao	F
I heard a voice across the press of one who called in vain	P
Ho Anand Rao Nimbalkhur ride Get aid of Mulhar Rao	G
Go shame his squadrons into fight the Bhao the Bhao is slain	P
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Thereat as when a sand bar breaks in clotted spume and spray	I
When rain of later autumn sweeps the Jumna water head	Q
Before their charge from flank to flank our riven ranks gave way	I
But of the waters of that flood the Jumna fords ran red	Q
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I held by Scindia my lord as close as man might hold	R
A Soobah of the Deccan asks no aid to guard his life	S
But Holkar's Horse were flying and our chiefest chiefs were cold	R
And like a flame among us leapt the long lean Northern knife	S
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I held by Scindia my lance from butt to tuft was dyed	T
The froth of battle bossed the shield and roped the bridle chain	P
What time beneath our horses' feet a maiden rose and cried	T
And clung to Scindia and I turned a sword cut from the twain	P
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He set a spell upon the maid in woodlands long ago	L
A hunter by the Tapti banks she gave him water there	C
He turned her heart to water and she followed to her woe	L
What need had he of Lalun who had twenty maids as fair	C
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Now in that hour strength left my lord he wrenched his mare aside	T
He bound the girl behind him and we slashed and struggled free	A
Across the reeling wreck of strife we rode as shadows ride	T
From Paniput to Delhi town but not alone were we	A
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'Twas Lutuf Ullah Populzai laid horse upon our track	U
A swine fed reiver of the North that lusted for the maid	O
I might have barred his path awhile but Scindia called me back	U
And I O woe for Scindia I listened and obeyed	O
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League after league the formless scrub took shape and glided by	V
League after league the white road swirled behind the white mare's feet	W
League after league when leagues were done we heard the Populzai	E
Where sure as Time and swift as Death the tireless footfall beat	W
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Noon's eye beheld that shame of flight the shadows fell we fled	Q
Where steadfast as the wheeling kite he followed in our train	P
The black wolf warred where we had warred the jackal mocked our dead	Q
And terror born of twilight tide made mad the labouring brain	P
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I gasped A kingdom waits my lord her love is but her own	X
A day shall mar a day shall cure for her but what for thee	A
Cut loose the girl he follows fast Cut loose and ride alone	X
Then Scindia 'twixt his blistered lips My Queens' Queen shall she be	A
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Of all who ate my bread last night 'twas she alone that came	Y
To seek her love between the spears and find her crown therein	Z
One shame is mine to day what need the weight of double shame	Y
If once we reach the Delhi gate though all be lost I win	Z
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We rode the white mare failed her trot a staggering stumble grew	A2
The cooking smoke of even rose and weltered and hung low	L
And still we heard the Populzai and still we strained anew	A2
And Delhi town was very near but nearer was the foe	L
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Yea Delhi town was very near when Lalun whispered Slay	I
Lord of my life the mare sinks fast stab deep and let me die	V
But Scindia would not and the maid tore free and flung away	I
And turning as she fell we heard the clattering Populzai	E
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Then Scindia checked the gasping mare that rocked and groaned for breath	B2
And wheeled to charge and plunged the knife a hand's breadth in her side	T
The hunter and the hunted know how that last pause is death	B2
The blood had chilled about her heart she reared and fell and died	T
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Our Gods were kind Before he heard the maiden's piteous scream	C2
A log upon the Delhi road beneath the mare he lay	I
Lost mistress and lost battle passed before him like a dream	C2
The darkness closed about his eyes I bore my King away	I

Rudyard Kipling

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