Bajiprabhu deshpande Hindu Rashtra True Warrior

From Rishi Kashyap’s Kashmir to King Pandya ‘s Kanyakumari – our Bharat bhumi is so pious that after moving every few kilometers, you find a great Hindu warrior who fought for Hindutva, Hindavi Swaraj and pride of Sanatan Dharma.

Very few kings in the world history were fortunate to have commanders and generals who had ability to fight selflessly for the mother land and Dharma. Blessed by Maa Bhawani herself, Shivaji Maharaj was one such fortunate king who had best of the commanders and generals in Bharat at that time.

Shivaji Maharaj was a great leader, he never sat on the throne and ordered his commanders to wage war unlike invader coward mughals who depended on their commanders to launch nocturnal strikes. Shivaji Maharaj led by the example and himself involved in all the fights, facing the enemies ferociously in all decisive battles.

Hindu Warrior Bajiprabhu Deshpande with Hindu Sena of 300 Men Fought Against 40,000 Mlecchas

Hindu Warrior Baji Prabhu Deshpande and His Fierce Attack of Pavan Khind पावनखिंडी

Who was Bajiprabhu Deshpande?

The success of Shivaji Maharaj was due to the fact that he was great in observing and choosing warriors. True to Vedic Kshatriya dharma, there was never any restriction on allocating important positions to deserving warriors. British historians umpteen times highlighted that Baji Prabhu Deshpande was born into the CKP (Chandrasainya Kayastha Prabhu), caste of record-keeper or scribes. There was never such caste system followed in Shivaji’s kingdom. It was added as caste later by foreign historians. Record keeping background did not stop young Baji Prabhu Deshpande to practice martial arts and weaponry skills. From young age he put lot of efforts in mastering the arts of sword fight, regularly practicing it for 12 hours a day. He soon became sword fighting expert and later taught others his special skills of combating with two swords at a time. He was considered one of the best sword fighters of India (Bharat) at that time, he was truly a master of Dandapatta swords.

Dandapatta or Dandpatta sword of Bajiprabhu Deshpande

Bajiprabhu Deshpande had deep zeal to do something for the nation. He always wanted to be a warrior. Bharat was invaded by mughals and they were successful in short term night raids by killing inactive or sleeping soldiers, kidnapping women and children only later to enslave them. The gruesomeness of islamic terrorism of that time invoked extreme anger, fearlessness and hatred towards mughals in the hearts of devout Hindu warriors. How could this flame of nationalism not touch the heart of our great warrior Baji Prabhu Deshpande, he was seeking an opportunity to fight for the cause of Hindutva. Gradual progression of Shivaji Maharaj made this possible for Bajiprabhuji, for he was looking ahead to work under an able leadership of a Hindu king to fulfill his dream of freeing his Bharat from Mleccha mughals.

Bajiprabhu Deshpande was proactive, brave and always open to even extreme manoeuvres to achieve success in the battle field. Impressed with his weaponry and leadership skills, Shivaji Maharaj gave him responsibility to command south Maharashtra, covering large portion and perimeter of the Kolhapur region. His unmatched bravery was witnessed by Hindu Marathas post death of terrorist Afzal Khan.

Hatred of Mughal Terrorists for Hindu King Shivaji

In series of successful fiercely fought battles, Shivaji inflicted defeats upon the Adilshahis so they were determined to somehow decimate the Hindu Maratha’s courage. History of islamic terrorism is testimony to the fact that coward mughal terrorists always lost frontal war and mostly won night raids – When Hindu soldiers were inactive, muslim invaders had chance to rape women and kill innocent children. Sudden night raids decimated focus and strength of Hindu soldiers, they had to protect women and children while offensively attacking terrorist muslims. Out of greed, glory and loot, Adilshahis were in conflicts with Mughal terrorists, and they did not have strength and bravery to attack Shivaji, so they aligned with the Mughal terrorists compromising their position to build up a huge joint army with the aim of crushing the prestige of Hindus, Shivaji Maharaj.

Shivaji Maharaj Hindu King of Hindu Rashtra Swarajya

Siddi Jauhar was an Ethiopian African slave of master Malik Abdur Wahaha, post his master’s death he self-recognized himself as the leader of Kurnool declaring independence from Bijapur. His audacity ensured him death penalty, he requested Adil Shah to pardon him for his treachery, Adil was not ready to budge, he simply gave him death-wish condition that if he is able to annihilate Hindu Maratha reign, he will be granted pardon with designation of Salabat Jung.

An internal leaked information about security of Shivaji followed up a planned siege by mleccha muslims. In 1660, the Maratha King Shivaji Maharaj was trapped in the fort of Panhala, under siege and vastly outnumbered by an Adilshahi’s 40,000 strong army (some historians suggest 60,000 while few said its 20,000 however 40,000 was most commonly known in major references). The army was led by Siddi Masud and Fazal Khan (Afzal Khan’s son). The ruler at the time was Ali Adil Shah II of Adilshahis dynasty.

Emergence of Bajiprabhu Deshpande

Shivaji wanted to reach Vishalgadh fort, administered by a Hindu Maratha, Rango Narayan Orpe. He had diplomatic arrangement with the Adilshahis, but out of love for motherland and Hindu prestige, he supported Shivaji Maharaj. There was also a group of mughal terrorists stationed at Vishalgadh to monitor movement of all visitors. Shivaji would have to fight with them to enter Vishalgadh. Shivaji waited for months, planning and depleting the Adilshah’s food source. He waited until he reckoned that they needed to gather more food, the time to execute his plan.

Shivaji, Baji Prabhu, and around 600 of their selective troops, best of mountaineers at that time of the Maval region, would dash through the Adilshahi force at night. A man named Shiva Kashid, who resembled Shivaji in appearance volunteered to dress like the king and get captured. It was envisaged that this would buy some additional time due to the confusion over identity, before Siddi Masud realised the error and gave chase. Shiva knew about imminent death so he made a big call of Jai Bhawani and bode farewell to Shivaji.

One side was our Hindu army with love for motherland and Hindutva other side were mleccha muslims with a desire to invade and destroy Hindu Bharat.

Baji Prabhu Deshpande won Ghod Khind Pavan Khind Battle

Baji Prabhu Deshpande and Hindu Troops Decided to Fight 40,000 Muslim Terrorists

Shivaji made his movement at night with his contingent of troops. Baji Prabhu was second in command of this contingent. The Adilshahis gave hot and rapid pursuit to chase Maratha army. Hindu Maratha army had to deal with attacks from two sides: mughal terrorists guarding Vishalgadh fort and following Adilshahi army.

Remaining in a group would mean trapping in between enemies. The only option was for a section of the Marathas to stay back and fight the larger Adilshahi forces in a rearguard action, while the rest of the Marathas would carry on to their destination. Shivaji was left with inevitable choice to split his forces. Baji Prabhu Deshpande marched ahead and proactively agreed to face the troops of Bijapur with half of the contingent (300 Hindu army). It was decided that three times cannon would be fired to signal Bajiprabhu that Shivaji and his troops reached Vishalgadh fort safely. The strategic position at rear side of Ghod Khind (घोडखिंडी Horse Pass) was chosen for the defence. It was very narrow and only a few soldiers could pass at a time.

Baji Prabhu Deshpande Unleashed Lionlike Attack Killing Hundreds of Mlecchas

Fighting 40,000 uncivilized barbaric muslim terrorists with a handful army need courage of a true Dharmic Hindu Lion. The defence of Baji Prabhu is unmatched and unparalleled in the history of India (Bharat). Baji Prabhu Deshpande, his brother Fulaji, along with 300 Hindu troops, decided to defend a narrow pass. Bajiprabhu Deshpande with his 300 Hindu troops occupied Ghod Khind, blocking the path of the pursuers, and creating a row of defence troops of small groups. The very large Bijapuri army comprising of different infantries led three major assaults on this rearguard, but was repulsed each time. There was not much loss to Hindu army initially as they were very offensive. Baji Prabhu Deshpande’s rearguard defence held for almost four hours, determined not to open the narrow passage of gorge till they got the signal that Shivaji was safe: three cannon shots from Vishalgad. The unequal battle raging continued with the defenders maintaining their positions, but with rapidly depleting numbers.

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The fourth assault, from the Karnatic infantry comprising of 12000 mlecchas of Fazal Khan, proved to be fatal and half of the defending Maratha army was lost. Baji Prabhu Deshpande got angry and more fierce swaying two dand-pattas in his hands slicing dozens of mlecchas moving forward to him. Fazal Khan moved behind seeing this Lionic side of Baji Prabhu, he allowed his mleccha army to face the attack of our Hindu warrior.

Bajiprabhu deshpande knew Hindus must kill jihadi terrorists muslims to free Motherland

Baji Prabhu was surrounded by dozens of mleccha army, when muslim terrorists failed to control menacing Lion, they used matchlock arquebus to fire bullet, he was severely wounded but carried on fighting to secure his position. Five hours after the battle started, the cannons were fired signalling Shivaji’s safe return to Vishalgadh. With a huge call of Jai Bhawani, Baji Prabhu Deshpande left the earthly abode still having two swords firmly in his hands during dying moments of his life. He smiled as he was deeply relieved, he ensured safe movement of Shivaji Maharaj. Most of the Hindu Marathas became Hutatma. Their Balidan for Hindu Rashtra sent thousands of muslim terrorists to their 72 hoors supplier.

Hindu soldiers carried the mortal remains of Baji Prabhu Deshpande back to Vishalgad. Shivaji renamed this gorge, narrow pass, to Paawan khind (meaning purified by the blood of great Hindu Maratha) and offered the “first honour of the court” to his family.

Baji Prabhu Deshpande killed terrorist muslims Pavan Khind battle

Baji Prabhu Deshpande’s Glory in Poetic Terms

Sri Aurobindo ‘s inspiring Composition in praise of Hindu Commander Baji Prabhu Deshpande and his 300 Hindu troops who fought Bravely

A noon of deccan with its tyrant glare oppressed the earth; the hills stood deep in haze, and sweltering athirst the fields glared up longing for water in the courses parched of streams long dead. Nature and man alike, imprisoned by a bronze and brilliant sky, sought an escape from that wide trance of heat. Nor on rare herdsman only or patient hind tilling the earth or tending sleeplessly the well-eared grain that burden fell. It hung upon the moghul horsemen as they rode with lances at the charge, the surf of steel about them and behind, as they recoiled or circled, where the footmen ran and fired, and fired again and ran; “for now at last,” they deemed, “the war is over, now at last the panther of the hills is beaten back right to his lair, the rebel crew to death is hunted, and an end is made at last.” therefore they stayed not for the choking dust, the slaying heat, the thirst of wounds and fight, the stumbling stark fatigue, but onward pressed with glowing eyes.

Far otherwise the foe, panting and sore oppressed and racked with thirst and blinded with the blazing earth who reeled backward to raigurh (Raigad), moistening with their blood their mother, and felt their own beloved hills a nightmare hell of death and heat, the sky a mute and smiling witness of their dire anguish,– abandoned now of god and man, who for their country and their race had striven,– in vain, it seemed.

At morning when the sun was yet below the verge, the Bhonsle sprang at a high mountain fortress, hoping so to clutch the whole wide land into his grasp; but from the north and east the moghuls poured, swords numberless and hooves that shook the hills and barking of a hundred guns. These bore the hero backward. Silently with set and quiet faces grim drew fighting back the strong Hindu mahrattas (Hindu Marathas) to their hills; only their rear sometimes with shouted slogan leaped at the pursuer’s throat, or on some rise or covered vantage stayed the moghul flood a moment. Ever foremost where men fought, was Baji Prabhu seen, like a wild wave of onset or a cliff against the surge. At last they reached a tiger-throated gorge upon the way to raigurh. Narrowing there the hills draw close, and their forbidding cliffs threaten the prone incline. The Bhonsle paused, his fiery glance travelled in one swift gyre hill, gorge and valley and with speed returned mightily like an eagle on the wing to a dark youth beside him, Malsure the younger, with his bright and burning eyes, who wordless rode quivering, as on the leash; his fierce heart hungered for the rear, where death was singing mid the laughter of the swords. “ride, Suryaji,” the chieftain cried, his look inward, intent, “and swiftly from the rear summon the Prabhu.” turning at the word Suryaji’s hooves sped down the rock-strewn slope into the trenchant valley’s death.

Swiftly, though burdened with a nation’s fate, the ridge they reached, where in stern silence fought and fell, their iron hearts broken with desperate toil, the southron rear, and to the Prabhu gave the summons of the chief: “ride, Baji, ride, the Bhonsle names thee, Baji.” and Baji spoke no word, but stormed with loose and streaming rein to the high frowning gorge and silent paused before the leader. “Baji, more than once in battle thou hast stood, a living shield, between me and the foe. But more today, o Baji, save than any single life,– thy nation’s destiny. Thou seest this gorge narrow and fell and gleaming like the throat of some huge tiger, with its rocky fangs agrin for food: and though the lower slope descends too gently, yet with roots and stones it is hampered, and the higher prone descent impregnably forbids assault; too steep the sides for any to ascend and shoot from vantage. Here might lion-hearted men, though few, delay a host. Baji, I speed to raigurh and in two brief hours return. Say with what force thy iron heart can hold the passage till I come. Thou seest our strength, how it has melted like the afghan’s ice into a pool of blood.” and while he paused who had been chosen, spoke an iron man with iron brows who rode behind the chief, Tanaji Malsure, that living sword: “not for this little purpose was there need to call the Prabhu from his toil. Enough, give me five hundred men; I hold the pass till thy return.” but Shivaji kept still his great and tranquil look upon the face of Baji Prabhu. Then, all black with wrath, wrinkling his fierce hard eyes, the Malsure: “what ponders then the hero? Such a man of men, he needs not like us petty swords a force behind him, but alone will hold all Rajasthan and agra and cabool from rise to set.” and Baji answered him: “Tanaji Malsure, not in this living net of flesh and nerve, nor in the flickering mind is a man’s manhood seated. God within rules us, who in the brahmin and the dog can, if he will, show equal godhead.

Not by men is mightiness achieved; Baji or Malsure is but a name, a robe, and covers one alone. We but employ Bhavani’s strength, who in an arm of flesh is mighty as in the thunder and the storm. I ask for fifty swords.” and Malsure: “well, Baji, I will build thee such a pyre as man had never yet, when we return; for all the Deccan brightening shall cry out, Baji the Prabhu burns!” and with a smile the Prabhu answered: “me thou shalt not burn. For this five feet or more of bone and flesh, whether pure flame or jackals of the hills be fattened with its rags, may well concern others, not Baji Prabhu.” and the chief with a high calmness in his shining look, “we part, o friend, but meet again we must, when from our tasks released we both shall run like children to our mother’s clasp.” he took from his wide brow the princely turban sown with aigrette diamond-crowned and on the head of Baji set the gleaming sign, then clasped his friend and, followed by the streaming host that gathered from the rear, to farther hills rode clattering.

By the moghul van approached Baji and his mahrattas sole remained watched by the mountains in the silent gorge. Small respite had the slender band who held fate constant with that brittle hoop of steel; for like the crest of an arriving wave the moslem van appeared, though slow and tired, yet resolute to break such barrier faint, and forced themselves to run: – nor long availed; for with a single cry the muskets spoke, once and again and always, as they neared, and, like a wave arrested, for a while the assailants paused and like a wave collapsed spent backward in a cloud of broken spray, retreating. Yielding up, the dangerous gorge saw only on the gnarled and stumbling rise the dead and wounded heaped. But from the rear the main tremendous onset of the north came in a dark and undulating surge regardless of the check,– a mingled mass, pathan and moghul and the Rajput clans, all clamorous with the brazen throats of war and spitting smoke and fire.

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The bullets rang upon the rocks, but in their place unhurt, sheltered by tree and rock, the silent grim defenders waited, till on root and stone the confident high-voiced triumphant surge began to break, to stumble, then to pause, confusion in its narrowed front. At once the muskets clamoured out, the bullets sped, deadly though few; again and yet again, and some of the impetuous faltered back and some in wrath pressed on; and while they swayed poised between flight and onset, blast on blast the volleyed death invisible hailed in upon uncertain ranks.

The leaders fell, the forward by the bullets chosen out, prone or supine or leaning like sick men o’er trees and rocks, distressed the whole advance with prohibition by the silent slain. So the great onset failed. And now withdrawn the generals consulted, and at last in slow and ordered ranks the foot came on, an iron resolution in their tread, hushed and deliberate. Far in the van, tall and large-limbed, a formidable array, the pathan infantry; a chosen force, lower in crest, strong-framed, the Rajputs marched; the chivalry of agra led the rear. Then Baji first broke silence, “lo, the surge! That was but spray of death we first repelled. Chosen of Shivaji, Bhavani’s swords, for you the gods prepare. We die indeed, but let us die with the high-voiced assent of heaven to our country’s claim enforced to freedom.” as he spoke, the moghul lines entered the menacing wide-throated gorge, carefully walking, but not long that care endured, for where they entered, there they fell. Others behind in silence stern advanced. They came, they died; still on the previous dead new dead fell thickening. Yet by paces slow the lines advanced with labour infinite and merciless expense of valiant men. For even as the slopes were filled and held, still the velocity and lethal range increased of the mahratta bullets; dead rather than living held the conquered slope,– the living who, half-broken, paused. Abridged, yet wide, the interval opposed advance, daunting those resolute natures; eyes once bold with gloomy hesitation reckoned up the dread equivalent in human lives of cubits and of yards, and hardly hoped one could survive the endless unacquired country between. But from the southron wall the muskets did not hesitate, but urged refusal stern; the bullets did not pause, nor calculate expense.

Active they thronged humming like bees and stung strong lives to death making a holiday of carnage. Then the heads that planned pushed swiftly to the front the centre yet unhurt, where Rajasthan, playmate of death, had sent her hero sons. They with a rapid royal reckless pace came striding over the perilous fire-swept ground, nor answered uselessly the bullets thick nor paused to judge, but o’er the increasing dead leaping and striding, shouting, sword in hand, rushed onward with immortal courage high in mortal forms, and held the lower slope. But now the higher incline, short but steep, baffled their speed, and as they clambered up, compact and fiery, like the rapid breath of agra’s hot simoom, the sheeted flame belched bullets. Down they fell with huge collapse, and, rolling, with their shock drove back the few who still attempted. Banned advance, retreat threatening disgrace and slaughter, for a while like a bound sacrifice the Rajputs stood diminishing each moment. Then a lord high-crested of the Rathore clan stood out from the perplexed assailants, with his sword beckoning the thousands on against the few. And him the bullets could not touch; he stood defended for a moment by his lease not yet exhausted. And a mighty shout rose from behind, and in a violent flood the Rajputs flung themselves on the incline like clambering lions. Many hands received the dead as they descended, flinging back those mournful obstacles, and with a rush the lead surmounted and on level ground stood sword in hand; yet only for a while,– for grim and straight the slogan of the south leaped with the fifty swords to thrust them back, Baji the Prabhu leading. Thrice they came, three times prevailed, three times the southron charge repelled them; till at last the Rathore lord, as one appointed, led the advancing death, nor waited to assure his desperate hold, but hurled himself on Baji; those behind bore forward those in front. From right and left mahratta muskets rang their music out and withered the attack that, still dissolved, still formed again from the insistent rear and would not end. So was the fatal gorge filled with the clamour of the close-locked fight. Sword rang on sword, the slogan shout, the cry of guns, the hiss of bullets filled the air, and murderous strife heaped up the scanty space, Rajput and strong mahratta breathing hard in desperate battle. But far off the hosts of agra stood arrested, confident, waiting the end. Far otherwise it came than they expected. For, as in the front the rathore stood on the disputed verge and ever threw fresh strength into the scale with that inspiring gesture, Baji came towards him singling out the lofty crest, the princely form: and, as the waves divide before a driving keel, the battle so before him parted, till he neared, he slew.

Avoiding sword, avoiding lifted arm the blade surprised the Rajput’s throat, and down as falls an upright poplar, with his hands outspread, dying, he clutched mahratta ground. Loud rose the slogan as he fell. Amazed, the eager hosts of agra saw reel back the Rajput battle, desperate victory turned suddenly into entire defeat, not headlong, but with strong discouragement, sullen, convinced, rejecting the emprise. As they retired, the brilliant pathan van assumed the attempt. “exhaust,” the generals cried, “exhaust the stubborn mountaineers; for now fatigued with difficult effort and success they hardly stand, weary, unstrung, inert. Scatter this fringe, and we march on and seize raigurh and Shivaji.” meanwhile, they too not idle, covered by the rocks and trees, straining for vantage, pausing on each ledge, seizing each bush, each jutting promontory, some iron muscles, climbing, of the south lurked on the gorge’s gloomy walls unseen. On came the pathans running rapidly, but as the nearmost left the rocky curve where lurked the ambush, loud from stone and tree the silence spoke; sideways, in front, behind death clamoured, and tall figures strewed the ground like trees in a cyclone. Appalled the rest broke this way and broke that, and some cried, “on!” some shouted, “back!” for those who led, fell fast. So the advance dissolved, divided,– the more in haste towards the plains, greeted with death even while they ran; but others forward, full of panic courage, drove towards the foe they could not reach,– so hot a blast and fell stayed their unsteady valour, their retreat so swift and obstinate a question galled, few through the hail survived.

With gloom their chiefs beheld the rout and drawing back their hosts in dubious council met, whether to leave that gorge of slaughter unredeemed or yet demand the price of so immense a loss. But to the Prabhu came with anxious eyes the captain of the band. “Baji,” he cried, “the bullets fail; all the great store we had of shot and powder by unsparing use is spent, is ended.” and Baji Prabhu turned. One look he cast upon the fallen men discernible by their attire, and saw his ranks not greatly thinned, one look below upon the hundreds strewing thick the gorge, and grimly smiled; then where the sun in fire descending stooped, towards the vesper verge he gazed and cried: “make iron of your souls. Yet if Bhavani wills, strength and the sword can stay our nation’s future from o’erthrow till victory with Shivaji return.” and so they waited without word or sound, and over them the silent afternoon waited; the hush terrestrial was profound.

Except the mountains and the fallen men no sight, no voice, no movement was abroad, only a few black-winged slow-circling birds that wandered in the sky, only the wind that now arose and almost noiselessly questioned the silence of the wooded sides, only the occasional groan that marked the pang by some departing spirit on its frame inflicted. And from time to time the gaze of Baji sought the ever-sinking sun. Men fixed their eyes on him and in his firm expression lived. So the slow minutes passed. But when the sun dipped very low, a stir was felt far off, and all men grasped the hilt tighter and put a strain upon their hearts, resolved at last the stream of moghul war came once more pouring, not the broken rout of pathans, not discouraged Rajput swords, but agra’s chivalry glancing with gold and scimitars inlaid and coloured robes. Swiftly they came expecting the assault fire-winged of bullets and the lethal rain, but silence met them and to their intent so ominous it seemed, awhile they paused, fearing some ruse, though for much death prepared, yet careful of prevention. Reassured, onward with a high shout they charged the slope. No bullet sped, no musket spoke; unhurt they crossed the open space, unhurt they climbed the rise; but even as their hands surprised the shrubs that fringed the vantage, swords unseen hacked at their fingers, through the bushes thrust lances from warriors unexposed bore through their bosoms.

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From behind the nearest lines pressed on to share their fate, and still the sea of men bore onward till with violent strain they reached the perilous crest; there for a while a slaughter grim went on and all the verge was heaped and walled and thickly fortified with splendid bodies. But as they were piled, the raging hosts behind tore down their dead and mounted, till at last the force prevailed of obstinate numbers and upon a crest swarming with foemen fought ’gainst desperate odds the southron few. Small was the space for fight, and meeting strength with skill and force with soul the strong and agile keepers of the hills prevailed against the city-dwelling hosts, with covert and the swiftly stabbing blades o’erpowering all the feints of agra’s schools. So fought they for a while; then suddenly upon the Prabhu all the Goddess came. Loud like a lion hungry on the hills he shouted, and his stature seemed to increase striding upon the foe. Rapid his sword like lightning playing with a cloud made void the crest before him, on his either side the swordsmen of the south with swift assault preventing the reply, till like a bank of some wild river the assault collapsed over the stumbling edge and down the rise, and once again the desperate moment passed.

The relics of the murderous strife remained, corpses and jewels, broidery and gold. But not for this would they accept defeat. Once more they came and almost held. Then wrath rose in the Prabhu and he raised himself in soul to make an end; but even then a stillness fell upon his mood and all that godlike impulse faded from his heart, and passing out of him a mighty form stood visible, titanic, scarlet-clad, dark as a thunder-cloud, with streaming hair obscuring heaven, and in her sovran grasp the sword, the flower, the boon, the bleeding head,– Bhavani. Then she vanished; the daylight was ordinary in a common world. And Baji knew the Goddess formidable who watches over India (Bharat) till the end. Even then a sword found out his shoulder, sharp a moghul lance ran griding through his arm. Fiercely around him gathered in a knot the mountaineers; but Baji, with a groan, “moro Deshpande, to the other side hasten of the black gorge and bring me word. Rides any from the west, or canst thou hear the raigurh trumpets blow? I know my hour is ended; let me know my work is done.” he spoke and shouted high the slogan loud. Desperate, he laboured in his human strength to push the moghul from the gorge’s end with slow compulsion. By his side fell fast mahratta and moghul and on his limbs the swords drank blood, a single redness grew his body, yet he fought. Then at his side ghastly with wounds and in his fiery eyes death and rejoicing a dire figure stood, moro Deshpande. “Baji, I have seen the raigurh lances; Baji, I have heard the trumpets.” conquering with his cry the din he spoke, then dead upon a moghul corpse fell prone. And Baji with a gruesome hand wiping the blood from his fierce staring eyes saw round him only fifteen men erect of all his fifty. But in front, behind, on either side the moghul held the gorge. Groaning, once more the grim mahratta turned and like a bull with lowered horns that runs, charged the exultant foe behind. With him the desperate survivors hacking ran, and as a knife cuts instantly its way through water, so the yielding moghul wall was cleft and closed behind. Eight men alone stood in the gorge’s narrow end, not one unwounded. There where hardly three abreast have room to stand, they faced again the foe; and from this latest hold Baji beheld mounting the farther incline, rank on rank, a mass of horsemen; galloped far in front some forty horse, and on a turbaned head bright in the glory of the sinking sun a jewelled aigrette blazed. And Baji looked over the wide and yawning field of space and seemed to see a fort upon a ridge, raigurh; then turned and sought again the war. So for few minutes desperately they strove. Man after man of the mahrattas fell till only three were left. Then suddenly Baji stood still and sank upon the ground.

Quenched was the fiery gaze, nerveless the arm: Baji lay dead in the unconquered gorge. But ere he fell, upon the rocks behind the horse-hooves rang and, as the latest left of the half hundred died, the bullets thronged through the too narrow mouth and hurled those down who entered. Clamorous, exultant blared the southron trumpets, but with stricken hearts the swords of agra back recoiled; fatal upon their serried unprotected mass in hundreds from the verge the bullets rained, and in a quick disordered stream, appalled, the moghul rout began. Sure-footed, swift the hostile strength pursued, Suryaji first shouting aloud and singing to the hills a song of Ramdas as he smote and slew. But Shivaji by Baji’s empty frame stood silent and his gaze was motionless upon the dead. Tanaji Malsure stood by him and observed the breathless corpse, then slowly said, “thirty and three the gates by which thou enterest heaven, thou fortunate soul, thou valiant heart. So when my hour arrives, may I too clasp my death, saving the land or winning some great fortress for my lord.” but Shivaji beside the dead beheld a dim and mighty cloud that held a sword and in its other hand, where once the head depended bleeding, raised the turban bright from Baji’s brows, still glittering with its gems, and placed it on the chief’s. But as it rose blood-stained with the heroic sacrifice, round the aigrette he saw a golden crown.

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