The Memory Of A Lion-Part-1

Tanaji and his wife were busy selecting and
packing clothes and ornaments for the bride and
the groom.
"Who is there?" he asked.
"Suryaji," replied the servant.
Tanaji put aside the jewel-case he was holding
and stepped forward. "Come in, Suryaji".
Suryaji entered and bowed to Tanaji and his
wife.
"Welcome, my friend. What brings you
here?" he asked. His wife, too, stopped inspecting
the sari she had in her hand.
"Ka/e* wants you at Raigarh immediately," replied
Suryaji.
Tanaji knew at once that it was something
serious. He turned swiftly to his wife and put his
hand affectionately on her shoulder. "My dear,"
he said, "you know I have to go. Postpone the
wedding. My first duty is to my leader and my
land. Come, smile and bid me farewell. Do not
wony. Suryaji and my men will be with me."
Tanaji's wife was stunned. She held back her
tears.
"Please wait," she said and went in to prepare
the ' t i l a k a n d 'arti'*** for the farewell.
"His Majesty.
s 3Vermillion mark on forehead.
co "moving a lighted lamp round a soldier before he goes to
battle.