the immortal of maluha
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‘Yes,’ said a worried Ayurvati. ‘Close to thirty-six hours.’<br />
‘Thirty-six hours!’ cried a surprised Shiva, before collapsing on to a comfortable chair. He<br />
noticed a forbidding figure sitting at <strong>the</strong> back, his right eye covered in a bandage, his amputated<br />
left hand in a sling. ‘Drapaku?’<br />
‘Yes, my Lord,’ said Drapaku, as he tried to get up and salute.<br />
‘My God, Drapaku! It’s so good to see you. Please sit down!’<br />
‘It is heavenly to see you, my Lord,’<br />
‘How was your end <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> battle?’<br />
‘I lost too many men, my Lord. Almost half <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m. And this arm and eye,’ whispered<br />
Drapaku. ‘But by your grace, we held <strong>the</strong>m till <strong>the</strong> main battle was won.’<br />
‘It wasn’t my grace, my friend. It was your bravery,’ said Shiva. ‘I am proud <strong>of</strong> you.’<br />
‘Thank you, my Lord.’<br />
Sati stood next to her husband, gently caressing his hair. ‘Are you sure you want to sit,<br />
Shiva? You can lie down for a while.’<br />
‘I have slouched around enough, Sati,’ said Shiva with a weak smile.<br />
Ayurvati smiled. ‘Well, <strong>the</strong> poison certainly didn’t affect your sense <strong>of</strong> humour, my Lord.’<br />
‘Really? Is it still that bad?’ grinned Shiva.<br />
Parvateshwar, Drapaku and Ayurvati laughed weakly. Sati didn’t. She was watching Shiva<br />
intently. He was trying too hard. He was trying to forget, trying to get o<strong>the</strong>rs to focus on<br />
something o<strong>the</strong>r than himself. Was this dream much worse than <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>rs?<br />
‘Where is his Highness?’ asked Shiva.<br />
‘Fa<strong>the</strong>r left for Ayodhya this morning,’ said Sati.<br />
‘My Lord,’ said Parvateshwar, ‘His Highness felt it would not be right to keep Swadweep<br />
without a sovereign for so long, considering <strong>the</strong> circumstances. He felt it important that <strong>the</strong><br />
Suryavanshi army be marched across <strong>the</strong> empire immediately, with Emperor Dilipa as prisoner,<br />
so that <strong>the</strong> Swadweepans know and accept <strong>the</strong> new dispensation.’<br />
‘So we’re not going to Ayodhya?’<br />
‘We will, my Lord,’ said Ayurvati. ‘But in a few days when you are strong enough.’<br />
‘Some twelve thousand <strong>of</strong> our soldiers remain with us,’ said Parvateshwar. ‘We will march to<br />
Ayodhya when you are ready. His Highness insisted that Emperor Dilipa leave behind one <strong>of</strong> his<br />
family members with our unit as hostage to ensure that no Swadweepan attacks our much<br />
smaller force.’<br />
‘So we have one <strong>of</strong> Emperor Dilipa’s family members in our camp?’<br />
‘Yes, my Lord,’ said Parvateshwar. ‘His daughter, Princess Anandmayi.’<br />
Ayurvati smiled, shaking her head slightly.<br />
‘What?’ asked Shiva.<br />
Ayurvati looked sheepishly at Parvateshwar and <strong>the</strong>n grinned at Sati. Parvateshwar glared<br />
back at Ayurvati.<br />
‘What happened?’ asked Shiva again.<br />
‘Nothing that important, my Lord,’ clarified Parvateshwar, looking strangely embarrassed.<br />
‘It’s just that she is quite a handful.’<br />
‘Well, I’ll ensure that I remain out <strong>of</strong> her way <strong>the</strong>n,’ said Shiva, smiling.