She has yet to understand where some of these people come from, where once it was impossible for anyone but the richest to read, and she too often found children in Whitechapel unable to read beyond the most simplistic sentences.
The words are recounted as the priests had told her - if changed slightly, it was not her people's history and Lakshmi adds as she needs to, to give her the fullness of it all. "He was a child of the Mughal Lords. Fearsome Muslim conquerors that rode in and took the land for themselves. They laid waste to all, snatching up Kingdom after Kingdom for their own in battles that raged at times for many days. They were far different from the people they sought to rule. The Hindu people that were forced to pay great taxes for their worship. Under his father's reign, there was only subjugation. But there was beauty too, the Mughal Emperor's built decadently, richly, for every battle, their splendour only grew. Lustrous palaces and gardens rich with flowers and greenery enough to be paradise here on earth." All scene setting, the buildings she knew as a child, the way that the Mughal's could not depict their God as her people did, so instead they made in intricate.
"But the Prince Akbar... he was different. So the story goes, when he was a young man, before a hunt, he couldn't stand blood for it's own sake any more. The animals were all locked up, ready to be set free, and the day's hunt was of a mighty tiger. But then, a great thought came over him. It wracked him, it's said, like a sickness, and when it appeared to him, it was like God had seized him up, direct his hand." She takes another drink, slow, savouring it before she continues. "Then - to his advisers' surprise, he lept off his horse, to where the tiger they were to hunt was caged, and wretched open the cage - and just like that, let the tiger go. Freeing it and commanded his men not to give chase. He could not stand the pointless waste any longer. They say that is when Akbar truly became Akbar the great."
i did not ask for this pain its so rude you are monsters to me
The words are recounted as the priests had told her - if changed slightly, it was not her people's history and Lakshmi adds as she needs to, to give her the fullness of it all. "He was a child of the Mughal Lords. Fearsome Muslim conquerors that rode in and took the land for themselves. They laid waste to all, snatching up Kingdom after Kingdom for their own in battles that raged at times for many days. They were far different from the people they sought to rule. The Hindu people that were forced to pay great taxes for their worship. Under his father's reign, there was only subjugation. But there was beauty too, the Mughal Emperor's built decadently, richly, for every battle, their splendour only grew. Lustrous palaces and gardens rich with flowers and greenery enough to be paradise here on earth." All scene setting, the buildings she knew as a child, the way that the Mughal's could not depict their God as her people did, so instead they made in intricate.
"But the Prince Akbar... he was different. So the story goes, when he was a young man, before a hunt, he couldn't stand blood for it's own sake any more. The animals were all locked up, ready to be set free, and the day's hunt was of a mighty tiger. But then, a great thought came over him. It wracked him, it's said, like a sickness, and when it appeared to him, it was like God had seized him up, direct his hand." She takes another drink, slow, savouring it before she continues. "Then - to his advisers' surprise, he lept off his horse, to where the tiger they were to hunt was caged, and wretched open the cage - and just like that, let the tiger go. Freeing it and commanded his men not to give chase. He could not stand the pointless waste any longer. They say that is when Akbar truly became Akbar the great."