July and August, 1575
The tent he entered was not especially big, but there was a table arranged there, with a large map stretched out. Behind it, stood Hussain Quli Begh, leaning, poring over and pointing at the various areas of the map, no doubt attempting to find the perfect place to attack.
Hussain Quli Begh was a man of few words....when Birbal arrived in Tanda ready to march to Gaur, the commander was almost silent, stone-faced and blunt. Birbal couldn't say that he minded the change of pace; the almost endless amount of bickering and talking in Agra got to him, and a bit of silence would be good.
"Raja Birbal....I'm surprised that the Emperor sent you", Begh said, with a mark of disdain visible on his face. "I have to say, I was hoping for a more...experienced general."
Birbal simply nodded and smiled; people often did underestimate his abilities. Though he couldn't say he was a great warrior, he certainly was competent; at least he hoped so. "I suppose we'll just have to manage, then."
Begh sighed quit loudly, but began to describe the issue at hand, "Daud Khan has begun a march towards Gaur. Our job is to defend it. Now, obviously, it's important we hold the place, because if the rebel gets it...well, let's just say our job becomes much harder."
Birbal nodded, understanding the importance of the city, although it seemed minor enough. "So, what do you propose, then?"
"An offensive attack. We take Orissa, we decapitate Khan's forces before he can even try to hit us." Hussain replied, pointing at the map in front of him.
"His forces will be divided; confused, and no doubt, most of their supplies will be gone, and with us." He flashed a smile, proud of himself.
"And our losses? Taking Orissa is no easy task; an entire province, in an unsanctioned invasion? I can't expect the emperor will be pleased."
"The Refuge of the World trusts me, Birbal, just as much as he trusts you," He laughed," and I won't bare my head to the foot of an elephant if I can help it."
"I don't know; World Shaker's developing quite a bloodlust." Birbal replied.
"Is provoking the lion wise, Your Majesty?" Qutlu Khan asked, stroking his beard all the while.
"Is it? Perhaps not," Daud Shah answered, erstwhile ruler of Bengal, and ruler of Orissa, "but nature plays its part; the young lion beats the old,
nuheen?"
Qutlu Khan took a sip from his glass.
And nature breeds fools, he thought. It was too late, the optimal time to fight the Mughals had long past; Akbar had conquered Gujarat, beaten Udaipur, and the realm was at rest.
And the wise lion was succeeded by the young fool, he mused. Qutlu spoke, "There have been tidings from Tanda. Hussain Quli Begh has a force of twenty thousand to deal with us."
"Come now, then what is the problem? We outnumber them, and that means Gaur is not heavily defended." Daud shot back. " Your lack of optimism....bothers me."
"Perhaps it is the pragmatism in me that shows, then." Qutlu quietly said, sipping the cold water once more. "I don't believe it is wise to brazenly poke a lion with a stick."
"I AM THE LION!" screamed Daud. "I will take back what is mine! I will sack Delhi, and I will forge once again the Empire that was Sher Shah's!"
"Of course, Your Majesty. Forgive my....choice of words."
The young fool will take us to our deaths.
"Do we still have the loyalty of the
Baro-Bhuyans? I am sure Isa Khan will come to our aid..."
"No, sire. Akbar made overtures towards him....our spies stated that they were granted security in their lands as long as they paid tribute. And Isa Khan was forced to flee eastwards."
"Damn those bastards!" Daud screamed. He gulped his wine, and continued, "I will conquer my lands back! I will lead the frontal assault! And we
will get victory, Qutlu Khan; of that I assure you."