Excerpt from A Noble Queen, Vol. 2 of 3: A Romance of Indian HistoryOh! Thou art safe, thou art safe, my son 1 she cried, as 'she clung sobbing to his neck. I feared for thee I wept for thee I prayed for thee to the Lord and His saints, and I was heard, and as soon as the news was brought to me that thou hadst won the combat, I sent Fatehas to all the mosques and shrines, and to-morrow, Inshalla! I will feed a thousand poor people in the name Of the Imams. And thou art not hurt, my son?About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.