Empire of the Moghul: The Serpent's Tooth by Alex Rutherford Read Free Book Online Page B

smash into the ground. Soon rider and banner were engulfed by the onrushing cavalry, but now other horsemen were falling. A wounded and riderless horse swerved across the path of a group of his Rajput cavalry, two of whom were unable to turn or rein in in time to avoid it so that all three crashed to the earth in a welter of flailing limbs and hooves. However, despite the casualties his men were, like him, pressing forward as hard as they could, urging on their mounts with hands and heels. They should soon be in the camp engaging their opponents at close quarters so that the Bijapuran gunners would be less effective, being unable to distinguish clearly friend from foe.
    Noticing at the last minute a small thorn fence just ahead – probably originally constructed to house village cattle – Shah Jahan pulled on his horse’s reins and leaning forward on its neck urged it to make the jump. As the animal landed safely he saw a group of enemy horsemen approaching him at the gallop. How had they been able to arm and mount so quickly? Or had the Bijapurans been expecting him, concealing battle-prepared riders as well as cannon in the tents and shelters? Too late to think about that now. He must concentrate on the battle ahead. The leading Bijapuran was mounted on a grey horse and carrying a long lance in his right hand and heading directly for him. Shah Jahan pulled hard on his reins so that his horse passed to the left of the onrushing rider, meaning he could not make a proper lance thrust at the emperor. As he went by Shah Jahan struck out with his sword, catching his enemy’s horse in its rump causing it to rear up and throw its rider sprawling onto the ground. Another Bijapuran rebel slashed with his curved sword at Shah Jahan, who managed to parry the blow with his own weapon.
    Wheeling their horses, the two men rode at each other again, kicking their heels into the heaving flanks of their mounts to urge them on. This time Shah Jahan got in the first blow but the Bijapuran ducked beneath his slashing blade and as he did so thrust his weapon towards Shah Jahan’s breastplate. The armour proved its worth and the blow skidded off harmlessly. Again the two men wheeled and rode at each other. Again Shah Jahan was the quicker to strike – and this time decisively. His slashing blow caught his opponent under his unprotected chin, severing his windpipe and almost decapitating him. Without even a scream he fell backwards from the saddle.
    Looking around him as he wiped the sweat from his face with his cotton neckcloth and tried to regain his breath, Shah Jahan saw through the dust and smoke that his men were heavily engaged. More and more rebels were joining the fray, including some Shah Jahan could see galloping from the village beyond the lagoon. It was becoming clearer and clearer that the Bijapurans had indeed been anticipating his arrival, concealing forces wherever they could including in the village huts. He had underestimated his enemy once more and now they were gaining the upper hand. He must do something before it was too late.
    Among the fast approaching riders his eye was caught by a small band of no more than a dozen led by two soldiers carrying long Bijapuran gold banners forked like serpents’ tongues. At their centre was a horseman wearing a glistening breastplate almost the equal in splendour of his own, and a plumed helmet. This must be the Bijapuran general who, if reports were true, was one of the sultan’s several sons. If he could kill him that would blunt his enemies’ onslaught and give the Moghuls a much needed chance to regroup.
    ‘Those of you who can, disengage and rally to me,’ Shah Jahan shouted over the hubbub of battle to the men who were within earshot. As they began to do so, he charged towards the Bijapuran general and his entourage who were now less than six hundred yards away. His horse was blowing hard and there was a thick scum of white sweat on its neck but it was willing and began to