“Maharana Pratap Summary” is an insightful blog article that delves into the life and achievements of Maharana Pratap, one of the most revered and valiant rulers of Mewar in Rajasthan, India. This article provides a concise yet comprehensive overview of Maharana Pratap’s life, highlighting his unwavering courage, strategic brilliance, and his relentless efforts to defend his kingdom against the mighty Mughal Empire led by Emperor Akbar. Read More Class 10 English Summaries.
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Pratap Singh : Ruler of Mewar
Rawat Krishna : Rawat Krishna of Salumbar, one of the loyal followers of Rana Pratap
Rao Sakta : One of the faithful followers of Rana Pratap. He was the chief of the Saktawats.
Bhama Sah : The chief advisor and the Chief Minister of Rana Pratap. He was a very rich man.
Amar Singh : The son of Rana Pratap
[Pratap Singh with the remnants of his followers, his family and their attendants, is encamped at the foot of the Aravallis. It is dark, and the chain of mountain fortresses looms like an impregnable black wall above them. The Royal Ladies are resting after the fatigues of the march, and the Rana and his son, Prince Amar stand together, withdrawn a little from the rest of the warriors.]
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Pratap Singh : (Speaking with calm bitterness) Come, Amar, look your last upon the land where you were born. It was meant for your inheritance, long have I striven for it and you. Look once again, then turn your eyes towards exile. This is the last phase of Pratap Singh of Mewar.
Prince Amar : (vehemently) Father, I would have fought until my sword was broken at the hilt, or I had fallen dead, rather than leave our country.
Pratap Singh : And so would I, my son, for what is life when exiled and stripped of all which made each day a fresh and fine adventure? (waves a hand towards where the ladies are placed.) But what of those poor women, the queen, and your new-wed wife, a gallant child but tender?
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Prince Amar : Mira! If I had died for Mewar, we had long decided that this good sword of mine should have set her free.
Pratap Singh : (Shocked) That lovely maidenyou would have killed her, Amar?
Prince Amar : (Very proudly) Yes, killed her so that no rough hand should touch her robe. She wished it, being a Rajput woman, and begged me with many tears never to leave her.
Pratap Singh : (with a sigh almost of relief) Well, she at least is safe, and my dear queen, the noblest woman ever given to man. Come, look your last, dear Prince, the light is failing: then break your sword and lay it shattered as a last offering upon the tomb of your lost Mewar.
Prince Amar : (in great distress) What! Break my sword, Maharanaji! Do not ask me. It is the very one that Rawat Krishna gave me, bidding me be the first knight of the great Rana, Pratap Singh.
Pratap Singh : (brokenly) Good, noble, brave Salumbar! If he spoke so, then Amar, keep your sword, and I’ll keep mine. I had intended to live the life of any private man, even turn shepherd and watch goats as the great Sanga did. .
Prince Amar : (cheerfully) and very badly, getting a cuff from his rough master.
Pratap Singh : Kings are not suited to a shepherd’s staff, though even they may learn. Well, Amar, your high spirit has helped my own, fallen so low that the vast desert stretching out before us might well have been my bier.
Prince Amar : (shyly) I’m glad you’re comforted. But who is this approaching? An old, old man; a Brahman from his dress, and all his company are Brahmans too, no warrior among them.
Pratap Singh : Strange, in these warlike times, an unarmed band. Perhaps they carry daggers beneath their robes. It seems they’re friendly.
Prince Amar : Shall I ask their business? Here comes Rao Sakta. (moves forward quickly to meet Rao Sakta, the Chief of the Saktawats, who is accompanying the Rana into exile.) Uncle, who are these Brahmans, by their dress? It’s very strange that they should seek the Rana at this late hour.
Rao Sakta : (gaily) Who, who are these? Why? Nephew, pilgrims surely, who seek the safety of our armed escorts. Even the desert might conceal a band of thieves or some sharp spy of Akbar’s.
Prince Amar : (laughing too) To steal from you ! That would be clever! (earnestly.) it’s not for myself I want good tidings.
Rao Sakta : Ha!
Prince Amar : (laughing again) How good it is to laugh once more!
Rao Sakta : Sssh! you will awake the Queen. She’ll thinkyou crazy, for mirth has long been absent from our thoughts.
Prince Amar : But have you good news?
Rao Sakta : Well, middling good.
Prince Amar : Then share it with the Rana.
Rao Sakta : It is all his. The Chief Minister, Bhama Sah, has come to say farewell, to wish the Rana happy days and all good fortune.
Prince Amar : (disappointed) ‘Good fortunehappy days?’ When far from Mewar! So that’s your news. Good Bhama Sah meant well, but yet another parting will make it harder for my father. See how he stands there, Uncle, Quite, quite alone.
Rao Sakta : (quickly) His back is not towards Mewar. (crosses over the grass to where the Rana is standing still gazing at the dim outline of the peaks of the Arawallis. He seems to have forgotten the arrivals. Rao Sakta touches him on the arm.) Patta! Patta! I have news for you. Bhama Sah wishes to pay his respect to you: significantly some great benevolent purpose brings him after us.
Pratap Singh : Good, kind old man. For generations his family has served the state. Well, bring him to me, this grassy plot must be my hall of audience. (Sakta hurries off and returns with the venerable figure of Bhama Sah, whom he leaves alone with the Rana. The Minister prostrates himself at the feet of Pratap Singh). Rise, my good friend. No longer am I Lord of Mewar; only a poor wanderer. (bitterly.) My caravan, it would disgrace a gipsy.
Bhama Sah : (rises to his feet and stands with folded hands and bent head in front of his master) Maharanaji ! long ago my ancestors found favour with the Lords of Mewar. Since then, thanks to a grand and generous rule, great prosperity has attended all our family. No need, no hardship, has ever: caused the Rana to levy a tax upon our private fund. And so we find ourselves rich in a land of ruin. While Princes have hungered, we have hoarded gold.
Pratap Singh : (wearily) Why not the gold? No stain has ever touched your honour, my good Bhama Sah. But what of this? I’m glad to feel there’s one my conflict has not ruined. So, go your way and take your Rana’s blessing, even if he calls himself so far the last time.
Bhama Sah : The hoarded wealth of many years, I’ve brought for your acceptance.
Pratap Singh : (in amazement) For mine?
Bhama Sah : I’ve not kept one golden coin, nor anything I thought could swell the fund. Dear Lord, my kindest noblest master, I have lived to greet the day when I might bring my service to one full and splendid close. I’ve wealth enough to feed and arm your warriors for twelve or fifteen years. Not just a few brave men, but twenty, thirty thousand lusty Rajputs. Come, how’s that for Akbar? We’ll soon show him, and his Moguls, too, how Mewar men may rally. Up, upon the hill side, I passed a Mogul camp.
A merry crew, all drinking good riddance to the Rana, the flying Rana Pratap. We stole so quietly by them, they little knew how near them a band of well picked swordsmen, looking like humble pilgrims, passed. They little knew our purpose or how, below Kumbhalmer, we’d saddled sixty horses, who had descended the rocky paths each moving as quietly as a leopard on its padded paws.
Pratap Singh : Your tidings almost take away my power of speech. Am I awake? I fear that this is all a dream.
Bhama Sah : (delighted) A dream, my Rana? Look, is that a dream? (points to body of horsemen who are approaching the camp cautiously.) We muffled all the trappings, tricked out the men like mummies. A Mogul, straying from his camp and meeting such a party, would have gone mad with fear thinking he saw the ghosts of Rana Pratap’s band, believing you far away across the sandy desert, with every faithful Rajput following your blood red flag.
Pratap Singh : And you, brave Bhama Sah, came all unarmed to bring me joy, the like I have not felt since the grand day when, hailed as Mewar’s ruler, I led the hunt.
Bhama Sah : That was a day.! But do not prize my valour quite so highly. Beneath my pilgrim’s robe, I wear light mail. My sword lies snug inside. Once, in the days of Sanga, that sword saw service. I’ve never drawn it since, but spent my life toiling for this great moment.
Pratap Singh : If good days come, and the Sisodias plant once again the emblem of the Sun about Chittor, your family shall be still further honoured. I hail you, Bhama Sah, as Saviour of Mewar.
Bhama Sah : (very simply) I love you, Maharanaji, you and all your race. I ask for no reward but still to serve you. The moon is rising : What a night to take the Mogul outpost unawares and then press on to Dawer? Shabez Khan himself is making merry, thinking you are toiling across the desert with your face turned towards forgetfulness.
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Pratap Singh : You are a counsellor as golden as the money you give so freely for our country. I feel my sword like some live thing, pricking me on to action. Come, let us rejoin the Chiefs. This is grand news for them. (He moves towards the camp where Rao Sakta and Prince Amar are waiting anxiously for news of the interview. Bama Sah follows the Rana, still mindfull of his royal rank. But Pratap Singh waits for him and, taking him by the arm, leads him to Prince Amar). My son, salute the noblest man that ever Mewar reared.
Prince Amar : (puzzled but willing to believe his father) My thanks and greeting, Bhama Sah.
Rao Sakta : And mine, if it was you who mounted the sixty horsemen who have joined us.’
Bhama Sah : And sixty more for every mile between this camp and Dawer.
Rao Sakta : (uproariously) What a man! If Akbar knew, he’d barter half his captains for such a one. Why Rają Birbal whom there’s so much talk about, is but a shadow of our shrewed Bhama Sah.
Bhama Sah : (drily) We’ll see when this night’s work is over. Maharanaji, I ask leave of you to depart. You too have much to think of. At every mile are posted well-armed men. They know the signal. Farewell, and heaven be with you in your most noble purpose.
(With a fresh prostration, Bhama Sah takes leave of the Rana, and collecting his innocent-looking guard, returns the way he has come. As he passes the sixty horsemen, there is a clash of steel, and sixty swords flash out in the moonlight. Bhama Sah raises his hand as if blessing the swords, and then moves into the shadow of the rocks that overhang the mountain track, and is lost to sight.]