The silver anklet

Children played on the ramparts. A foreign soldier took aim. It was the silver anklet that had helped him choose his target.

For he had come from across the Indus seeking vengeance.

Roshan Ali had come to India to spread the light. He had struggled and struggled with the people of the land and in a fit of rage had dipped his hand into a pot of curds meant for the king.

The king was unable to forgive him and ordered the offending fingers be slashed off. The bleeding fingers rose into the air and flew to west. They were recognized in Mecca and an army was launched. The missionary would have to be avenged.

The fort though it fell was recovered soon enough but Manik Rai Chauhan’s infant son had lost his life.

The silver anklet was to blame.

Never would a son this race ever sport one of them again.