The Regent
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Dale Perelman
Dale Perelman is the past-president of the 51-store King's Jewelry chain. He holds a bachelor's. degree in English Literature from Brown University and a MBA from the Wharton School. A graduate gemologist of the GIA, Perelman has served as a past president of the Jewelers of America, the Diamond Council of America and the Pittsburgh chapter of the American Society of Appraisers. He has written several books including "Mountain of Light," "The Regent," "Centenarians" and " Lessons My Father Taught Me."
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The Regent - Dale Perelman
© 2012 by Dale Perelman. All rights reserved.
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Published by AuthorHouse 05/30/2012
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Contents
INTRODUCTION
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SIX
SEVEN
EIGHT
NINE
TEN
CHRONOLOGY OF THE REGENT
NOTES
BIBLIOGRAPHY
The
REGENT
INTRODUCTION
Vast images of ages past
shine through its pure white light.
What secrets would the Regent cast,
if only stones could write.
A PARISIAN SUMMER drizzle hurried my steps through the doorway of the Louvre offices. Inside the building, an elevator carried me upstairs to meet with Daniel Alcouffe, the Louvre Museum’s Curator of Arts and Antiquity. Earlier in the day, Monsieur Alcouffe and I had discussed the Regent Diamond for more than an hour. Now, I returned with my wife to photograph the stone.
Monsieur Alcouffe’s secretary motioned us to the curator’s office. As our host greeted us, a bell signaled the Louvre’s closing for the day.
A moment please,
Monsieur Alcouffe spoke in heavily accented English. He picked up the telephone and murmured in French. Within the minute, a uniformed guard entered the room.
If you are ready, we can go,
Alcouffe paused momentarily. Please, no flashes.
Yes,
I answered, thankful for his help. We understand.
The three of us followed the guard through the dimly lit corridor of the office complex to the museum proper. I marveled at the exquisite paintings lining the walls. As the guard stopped to unlatch a large carved wooden door, James McNeill Whistler’s
Arrangement in Grey and Black Number 1
greeted us from the opposite wall.
Look Michele, Whistler’s Mother,
1 told my wife. She nodded her head in recognition.
"Monsieur, you may enter the Galerie d’Apollon," the curator said.
Although I had visited this room on numerous occasions to view the Regent Diamond, entering through the hidden side doors across from Whistler’s masterpiece added a new dimension. Charles LeBrun had designed the gallery in 1661 under the reign of Louis XIV. The ornate murals, carved wooden doors, somber wall paintings and parquet floors rivaled any European palace in the world. The nineteenth century ceiling painting of Apollo vanquishing the serpent by Eugene Delacroix and the murals of the four seasons seized my immediate attention.
After absorbing the rococo splendor of the room, my eyes moved to the decorative floor cases. A beam of light from the clouded sky sneaked through a window guiding me to Vitrine VII, which contained the 20-carat pink Hortensia diamond, the 55-carat Sancy, the Cote-de-Bretagne ruby, and the 140¾-carat Regent Diamond. As the spotlight above the glass case highlighted the perfect whiteness of the Regent, centuries of history cascaded through my mind. I imagined Louis XV, Marie Antoinette, Napoleon Bonaparte, Charles X, and Empress Eugenie wearing this diamond, and I knew I had to write the story of the Regent.
ONE
GREAT EVENTS had begun to shape Mother India during the opening of the eighteenth century. The English East India Company had gained a foothold in the south at Madras while Hindus and Moslems struggled for control to the north. However, these countervailing historical forces played little effect on the daily lives of the downtrodden Hindu workers who populated the country.1
Until his hand first brushed against the diamond, the Sudra never considered the inequalities of human life. Rather, as a member of the lowest caste and as a practicing Hindu, he accepted the reality of day to day pain as part of his existence. He believed if this world were difficult, the life to come would surely be better. He refused to blaspheme the gods and lived simply and uprightly according to his religion. How this diamond would change his life!2
Working in the mines under the sweltering heat of the Indian sun caused the Sudra’s toothless mouth to grow dry. His forehead oozed thick globules of sweat. As the tiny Hindu’s calloused fingers discovered the sharply-defined surface of a huge diamond buried a few inches beneath the mud, he became mesmerized by the thought of the riches this stone could bring. His black eyes sparkled with the intuitive delight of a man who knew the critical moment in his life had arrived.
Years of hard work in the mines had aged the Sudra prematurely, but his dreams carried him through each day’s hardships. Whenever his bruised body ached and trouble overwhelmed him, his mind would carry him back through the years to his boyhood when an old soothsayer in his village, called the All-Seeing One,
had predicted some marvelous event would shape his life. Surely, she referred to the mammoth diamond beneath his fingers.
You have the mark of fortune upon your brow,
the withered old hag had prophesied. When your moment comes, grasp it firmly. Dig your nails deeply and hold on with all your strength. Do not allow Mother Fortune to escape.
The Sudra remembered the soothsayer’s words. His moment had come. He would steal the diamond from the mine.
The year was 1701. The Sudra had toiled his entire adult life in Emperor Aurangzeb’s diamond quarries, Aurangzeb, Grasper of the Universe,
the last of the great Mogul rulers, was a strict Moslem fanatic with little love for his infidel
Hindu subjects. His intolerance insured a difficult life for the Hindu workers.3
More than sixty-thousand men, women and children labored in the emperor’s diamond mines one hundred and fifty miles south of the region known as Golconda, today called Hyderabad. The Sudra worked along the bank of the Kistna River in the Parteal Mine.
Mines were divided into small individual claims operated by local Hindu laborers who paid a percentage of any gem-stones unearthed to their Moslem overlords. Overseers carefully screened each miner’s take to insure the largest and finest stones found their way to Emperor Aurangzeb’s treasury at Delhi.4
Each miner cleared an area adjacent to his claim and surrounded it with a wall of mud. After loosening the gravel in his claim, he poured the diggings into the separate walled-in area for drying and sorting. The miner carefully raked these diggings to expose the larger clumps of rock that were broken up with a wooden pestle. Following this process, he winnowed the exposed material with straw baskets. The lighter gravel would be blown away, and the heavier gem-bearing ore sunk to the bottom. During a final step, the worker picked any precious stones from the baskets by hand and presented them to the Moslem overseers for tabulation.
Had the Sudra found the diamond in the walled-in area, the Moslem overseer who stood by his claim most certainly would have seen him. Luckily, the Sudra first discovered the stone in the center of his claim. Years of experience made his fingertips instantly recognize the diamond’s octagonal outline. Since the diamond was nearly the size of his fist, the Sudra knew it must be a monster stone, the largest he had seen. Chills of excitement ran up and down his back.
This illiterate and superstitious Sudra, barely five feet tall with pock-marked face and uncomplicated mind, viewed the world in elementary terms. The legends from his village convinced him diamonds dropped from the sky during rain storms, transformed and crystalized by the violent electrical action of thunderbolts. If the skies were black and overcast, any resulting diamonds would be flawed or misshapen. If the skies were clear, the diamonds would be as white as pure river water.5 Somehow, the Sudra knew this stone would be perfect.
From the moment he first touched the diamond, the Sudra yearned to possess it. Why should this wonderful gift belong to Emperor Aurangzeb, a cruel and violent despot who had initiated the dreaded jazia
or religious tax on all Hindus? Surely, the gods would condone the theft as just retribution against such a tyrant. The rest of the day the Sudra, shuffling dirt while pretending to go about his work in the mine, plotted the theft of the great stone.
The following morning, the Sudra steeled his resolve. The diamond would be his. He selected a spare turban and wrapped it around his left thigh. Then, feigning a serious injury to his upper leg, he limped to his claim past a Moslem overseer. Since one Sudra looked much like another to the guard, he failed to notice the Hindu’s changed condition.
During the early part of the day, the Sudra worked his way to that special spot to check his prize. He reached beneath the mud. Yes, the diamond was still there. Moving a few feet to his left, the miner routinely worked. As noon approached, the Sudra paid little heed to the blazing Indian sun that burned his back and shoulders. The diamond preoccupied his mind.
Shortly before dusk, the Hindu moved to the spot where the diamond lay. Reaching into the gravel, he stealthily eased the diamond between his legs into the bandage. Although the stone bit into his skin, the Sudra stoically suffered. Tiny droplets of blood seeping through his makeshift bandage added the proper degree of realism.
All right you heathens,
snorted the overseer. Home, the lot of you.
The miners began to stow away their tools for the night. The Sudra wiped his brow with a nearby cloth. He placed the pestle and winnowing basket in a container. He worked slowly to avoid any unusual attention. An agonizing death would be his penalty if caught.
Luckily for the Sudra, the theft went well. He took the stone and proceeded along the bank of the Kistna River toward the coastal city of Masulipatnam, where he hoped to sell the stone to an English sea captain reputed to do anything for money. If all went well, he would share the proceeds from the stone with the Englishman in exchange for the stranger’s help.
The bandit-infested pathway along the river bank terrified the Sudra. Fear of discovery by Emperor Aurangzeb’s troops presented a constant danger. Sweltering heat burning the back of his neck, mosquitoes biting his face, and sharp stones tearing his feet made the journey oppressive. After several days of such torture, the Sudra welcomed the coast. Following yet another day of seeking information from the inhabitants of Masulipatnam, he found himself inside a small inn. There, the English captain he sought stood at the bar gulping a mug of punch concocted from sugar, lime juice, spice, water and arrack, the local spirit.
Sahib,
pleaded the Sudra, subserviently approaching the Englishman. Grant me a moment.
The burly sea captain with the fierce eyes and coal-black beard glared at the inconsequential intruder who dared interrupt his revels. What do you want, scum of the earth?
Sahib, I can make you a rich man.
You, make me a rich man? Dare you jest with me, you filthy dog?
"Sir, it is true I am dirty. I have traveled many days across this hot and