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THE HOUSE OF SuR
A.D. 1542 TO A.D. 1554
Sher-khan, the man who, worsting Humayon, seized on the throne, had no atom of royal blood in his veins. He was a plain soldier, though of good birth; but, his father neglecting him, he had run away from home and entered the ranks. A rough-and-ready soldier, too, who, even in Babar's time, had not scrupled to tell a friend that in his opinion it would be no hard task to "drive these foreign Moghuls from Hindustan; for though the king himself was a man of parts, he trusted too much to his ministers, who were corrupt."
The friend laughed; but Sher-Khan was right even in his estimate of the king who, curiously enough, singled him out unerringly a few days afterwards, when, at a military banquet, he called for a knife to carve a chicken withal, and, the servant taking no notice of his rough order, immediately drew his dagger and coolly used it with contemptuous disregard for the diversion of his neighbours. Babar's quick eye caught the incident, and he remarked: "He may be a great man yet; trifles do not disconcert him."
He does not, however, appear to have been either an amiable or an estimable person, though he was not vicious, and even his successes as a soldier are somewhat too crafty for admiration. He knew well when to attack, when to retreat, and, if imperialist and Rajput accounts are to be trusted, was not over-scrupulous in his use of the white flag.
Then there is no doubt but that a secret understanding existed between him and Humayon's brother Kamran; for on the withdrawal of the latter from Lah.o.r.e, Sher-Shah instantly pounced down on it, and would have captured the fugitive king but for his hasty flight.
He does not in truth appeal to one's sympathies, this Afghan of the House of Sur, though he was by no means without good points. It is, however, impossible to get up much interest in a man who picks a quarrel with an innocent Rajput rajah on the ground that he has Mahomedan women in his harem, and who, after a lengthy siege, induces capitulation by promise of the garrison being allowed to march out with their arms and their property: thereinafter, on the advice of a learned doctor of law (who declared it was a sin to keep faith with infidels), proceeding to surround the brave band and cut them off!
It is satisfactory to learn that they sold their lives dearly. But Sher-Shah continued to be diplomatic. He gained his success against the Rajah of Marwar by a stratagem. Finding himself in a tight place, he forged treasonable correspondence between himself and certain of the Rajput generals, which was then so disposed of as to fall into the generalissimo's hands. The distrust thus sown of his levees' loyalty caused the rajah to give way; and with disastrous results.
The death of this Machiavel in armour was a Nemesis, for it arose in consequence of the Rajah of Kalinjasr's refusal to capitulate, on the ground of Sher-Shah's many treacheries.
In the subsequent mining which became necessary to reduce the fort, Sher-Shah was blown to bits in an explosion of a powder magazine that had not been properly secured.
Despite his treachery, he did much for India in the way of public works. The caravanserais, the wells which still stud the course of the high road from Bengal to the Indus, are of his building; and the very trees which shade the weary traveller in the long marching, if not of his planting, stand in the places of those which he watered with care.
He reigned five years, and left two sons. The elder and rightful heir preferred obscurity to prolonged battle for the crown, and after a while disappeared and was no more heard of, leaving Islam-Shah, or, as he is called by a misp.r.o.nunciation, Salim-Shah, to follow in his father's treacherous footsteps. The most noteworthy event in his reign was the insurrection of the Mahdi sect, led by one Ilahi. The tenets of their faith seem to have been curiously destructive of each other.
Neither their profession of predestination nor their pure socialism prevented them from going about armed, meting out lynch-law to all and sundry whom they deemed to be disobeying any divine law.
They must have been uncomfortable people to deal with, but the faith spread to such alarming proportions, that Salim-Shah finally called a Court of Arches to decide whether "Ilahi's pertinaciously disrespectful manner to the king was consistent with his situation as a subject, or was enjoined by any precept of the Koran?"
He was subsequently tried on the accusation of presuming to personate the Great Mahdi--for whose advent all pious Mahomedans look--condemned, and refusing to abjure his faith, was brought up for punishment, though at the time suffering from the plague which was then raging. He died under the third lash.
Almost immediately after this, Salim-Shah himself died, when his cousin Mobarik succeeded by a singularly brutal murder. Prince Feroze, Salim-Shah's son, was then twelve years old. His mother, Bibi Bhai, was Mobarik's sister, and devoted to her dissolute, pleasure-loving brother, whose life she had begged of the king. Notwithstanding this, immediately on the latter's death Mobarik entered the harem, tore the wretched boy from his mother's very arms, and killed him with his own hand.
Fraternal affection with a vengeance. His subsequent career was in keeping with this initial act. Sensual to a degree and absolutely illiterate, he set a Hindu usurer called Hemu at the head of affairs, and contented himself with remaining in the harem, and parading the city with pomp, surrounded by a body of archers, whose duty it was to discharge gold-headed arrows worth ten or twelve rupees each amongst the crowd; the scramble for them amusing the jaded satiety of this truly Eastern potentate.
He succeeded in A.D. 1552, and for two years the throne was the centre of a perfect anarchy of revolt.
Hemu, who seems to have had wits, held his own until faced by the returning Humayon, backed by that splendid old Turkoman soldier, Byram Khan. Backed also by the son, whom eleven years before he had left alone with his nurses in the royal camp on the road to Kandahar, and who now--an extremely youthful warrior--won back empire for his father by precipitating an action before the walls of Lah.o.r.e, in which the Moghuls, "animated by the conduct of that young hero," seemed to forget that they were mortal.
So ended the usurping dynasty of Sur.
THE WANDERINGS OF A KING
A.D. 1542 TO A.D. 1556
When Humayon and his Queen Hamida-Banu-Begum left the infant Akbar to face fortune by himself, their own hopes for the future were low indeed. Look where they would, there seemed small chance of success.
India itself had practically become independent of Delhi, where the dreamful, opium-drugged king had thought to consolidate his empire by building a new capital. It is curious to mark in that fourteen-mile-long expanse of faintly-broken ground strewn with purple-stained bricks, which stretches between the ma.s.sive ruins about the Kutb Minar to modern Delhi at the foot of the red ridge, how each succeeding dynasty had shifted its ground nearer and nearer the river, until at last it flowed beneath the very walls of the palace which Shah-jahan built, and where his descendant Bahadur-Shah carried on, in 1857, the conspiracy which led at last to the extinction of the Moghul dynasty.
The long fight for Rajputana which had gone on for centuries so that the taking and retaking of its princ.i.p.al forts forms the standing dish of every reign, had for the time ended in temporary independence.
Even at Chitore, Humayon's delay in coming to the rescue of his bracelet-bound sister had been unproductive of result; for the Princess Kurnavati's young son Udai-Singh had escaped, and was now back in his own.
The story of his escape is still a favourite one in India, and women, cuddling their babies, tell breathlessly how one Rajputni once gave her child to death to save a king.
Little Udai-Singh, smuggled to safety with his foster-mother, found asylum in his half-brother's palace. But one night screams rose from the women's apartments, followed by the sudden ominous death-wail.
Punnia, the foster-mother, knew what had happened. The half-brother must have been a.s.sa.s.sinated as a preliminary to the murder of her charge. She caught him up, thrust opium into his mouth with a last drop of her milk, hid him, still sleeping, in a fruit-basket, and sent him out by the hands of a faithful servant, to await her among the rushes of the river-bed.
Then, throwing the little king's rich coverlet over her own child, she sat down to wait--for what?
For a question which she must answer.
And yet, when it did come, human nature was almost too strong for her.
She could only point to the little sleeper in reply to that clamour for "The King! The King!"
And still she had to wait. To weep reservedly over her own darling, to do him reverence, and so, the last ceremony over, steal away hastily to where her king waited her in the rushes. Then, dry-eyed, stern, she carried him, drawing life from her bereaved breast, over wild hill and dale, till, reaching the mountain fortress of Komulmer, she could set her nurseling on the governor's knee, and say: "Guard him--he is the King!"
Udai-Singh, unfortunately, grew up unworthy of his foster-mother's sacrifice. Still, he held Chitore, and many another Rajput prince held other portions of the central tableland of India, whose rocky mountains form an ideal country for independence and revolt. For the rest, as we have seen, the Dekkan, Guzerat, and Malwa were held by Mahomedan dynasties, as were the smaller princ.i.p.alities of Khandesh, Bengal, Jounpur, Multan, Sinde. Towards the south-east the vast kingdom, mostly forest, of Orissa remained unexplored, and in the west, the whole narrow strip which includes the Western Ghats figures not at all in history. Yet it was on this narrow strip that the first grip of Europe on Hindustan was to be laid.
Columbus was sailing the High Seas. The maritime nations, Italy, England, Spain, were on the _qui vive_ for new worlds, and in 1484--just a year after Babar was born on Valentine's day--one Pedro de Covilham set out for India, overland, by the orders of King John of Portugal, with instructions to return with a report as to the practicability of reaching Hindustan' by sea. He reached India, being, apparently, the first European to touch its soil, but was detained on the return journey by the Arabs.
Ere he reached home in A.D. 1525 (after close on six and-thirty years of imprisonment), Portugal had acted on the advice which he had managed to send, G.o.d knows how. Vasco da Gama, leaving the Tagus in 1497, "coasted Guinea southwards, until he rounded into the Indian Ocean"; so reached Calicut in A.D. 1498. It was the beginning. Almost each year that followed saw a fresh, and ever a larger armament sent out chiefly by the Portuguese Order of Christ, with the ostensible object of converting the heathen. We read of nine, of seventeen, finally, in 1507, of twenty-two ships carrying one thousand five hundred fighting-men, and the very first Viceroy of India, Dom Francesco Almeda. Goa was taken and made the seat of Government by Dom Alfonso Albuquerque--after a tussle for the Viceroyalty--in 1510, and in 1542 St Francis Xavier, joint founder of the Jesuits with Ignatius Loyola, went out on a mission and had an enormous success of marvellous stability, since to this day a large proportion of the population on the south-west coast is professedly Roman Catholic.
Thus all India is practically accounted for in this, the first half of the sixteenth century. At a casual glance it seems as if here we have the vast continent tabulated, scheduled, within our reach. But a closer look shows us that these dynasties, these wars, these annexations and depredations, are but scratches on the surface of life. The India of reality was, as ever, in the fields, heedless of politics, heedless of all things beyond the village cosmogony save that recurring cry of, "The Toorkh! the Toorkh!"
That brought ruin, perchance death; but after death comes life, after ruin prosperity. And the new masters, no matter who they were, were not on the whole bad masters. When the revenues of the state depend upon the peasantry and the peasantry only, it is not politic to press the revenue-giver too hardly. There can be small doubt, therefore, that the general state of the country was distinctly flourishing. The land-rent or land-tax, call it what you will, was high, but the land itself was abundant, the people who had to live on it not too numerous. And luxury did not come, as it came in Europe, to the lives of the poor to make them poorer still. The standard of living did not rise, women were content with the fashions of their mothers; men asked no more than to be let live and die; humanity was its own amus.e.m.e.nt.
Practically, there was little difference in the system of Government under Hindu and Mahomedan rule. In both, the supreme power was easy of access. Pet.i.tions could be brought to the final authority without any difficulty, and a certain rough justice undoubtedly prevailed.
The king hired and paid for a portion of the army which he mounted on his own horses, but a large number of men came in independent parties under leaders of their own.
Such was the India which Humayon left behind him for twelve long years. His adventures during this time are less entertaining than the wanderings of that prince of Bohemians, his father, but they are still interesting.
When he crossed the Persian border, he found himself received with a certain contemptuous pity. Still, female servants were sent to attend on the queen, and demonstrations were made in his favour. Arrived at the court of King Tahmasp, however, the exiled monarch of India found himself by no means on a bed of roses. Even the gift of the greatest treasure he possessed, a huge diamond, did not ameliorate his situation; for Shah Tahmasp affected to despise the jewel, and is said to have sent it away disdainfully in a gift to the King of the Dekkan.
But the whole history of this diamond, which has now disappeared, is a fine romance. It is said to have been the eye of Shiv-ji in some shrine, and to have pa.s.sed into the possession of many conquerors, until it was given to Babar in recognition of chivalrous kindness and courtesy shown to them by the family of the Rajah of Chitore. Babar, who kept nothing for himself, gave the stone, "worth half the daily expenditure of the world," to his son. It is said to have weighed about 280 carats, and to have been of the purest water; it is also conjectured that it reappeared as the Great Moghul diamond which Tavernier describes as belonging to Shah-jahan, and that possibly it is this very stone which, cleft and badly cut, still shines as the Koh-i-nur.
It did not, anyhow, avail Humayon much. More effective was his servile consent to wear the red cap of the Persian, and by this becoming a _khizil bash_, renounce his Sunni faith, and proclaim himself a Shiah.
He did not do this without much pressure, and at the very last nearly broke bondage; but the promise of ten thousand horse wherewith to recover his kingdom was too tempting. With this force he attacked Kandahar, where his brother askari still held little Akbar as a hostage; or, rather, had so held him until the attacking army loomed over the horizon, when, after some hesitation as to whether it would not be wiser to send the boy under honourable escort to his father, askari decided on obeying his brother Kamran's orders, and despatched the little prisoner to Kabul. The story of that inclement winter march across the hills, with its attempts at rescue and numberless adventures, would make a charming book for English children.
After five months siege, Kandahar surrendered, "Dearest Lady" having succeeded in obtaining a promise of pardon for askari from his brother. It was revoked, however, in an altogether indefensible manner, and askari was kept in chains for the next three years. This is so unlike Humayon's usual conduct towards his brothers, that it gives colour to the a.s.sertion made by some authorities that askari's punishment was due to the discovery of a further offence.
After Kandahar had capitulated, Humayon marched on Kamran and Kabul.
This is the march rendered famous by Sir Donald Stewart in the Afghan War, and by Lord Roberts' subsequent and rapid repet.i.tion. It was now winter, which had set in with extraordinary severity, and much of the country was under snow. Half-way to Kabul Humayon was joined by his brother Hindal, who, with brief intervals of hesitation, appears to have been fairly faithful. Their amalgamated armies proved too formidable for Kamran to face, though at first he had prepared for extremities by removing little Akbar from his grand-aunt "Dearest Lady's" care, and giving the lad to a trusted creature of his own; so flight to Ghuzni followed. The child, however, remained, and Humayon's delight at recovering his little son was great. Taking the boy in his arms, he exclaimed: "Joseph was cast by envious brethren into the pit; but in the end he was exalted to great glory, as thou shalt be, my son."
Only remaining in Kabul long enough to restore the young prince to safer keeping, Humayon set off in pursuit of his brother, who, finding the gates of Ghuzni closed against him, had fled to the Indus; but while on this campaign Humayon fell so sick that his life was despaired of. After two months' confinement to bed he recovered, only to find himself deserted by his troops, and to hear that Kamran, returning to Kabul one dawn, had managed to slip in with a chosen band of followers as the city gates were being opened, had murdered the governor in his bath, had put out the eyes of Fazl and Muttro, the young prince's foster-brothers and playfellows, and had given the young prince himself into the charge of unkindly eunuchs. It was an anxious moment, and the almost despairing father, still weak from illness, set himself to beat up recruits and march to recover his capital, recover his son. Kamran's troops, meeting with a reverse in the suburbs of the city, where--this being April--the peach-blossom must have been all ablow, Humstyon was enabled to establish himself on an eminence which commands the town, and to commence sh.e.l.ling it.
Whereupon Kamran sent a message to say that if the cannonade continued, he would expose the young heir to all his father's high hopes on the wall where the fire was hottest. A brutal threat, upon the carrying out of which history stands divided, some authorities saying that Akbar was so exposed, others declaring that Humayon ordered the artillery to cease firing.