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But by the Chance of War is a uniquely different type of book. The book presents four dramatic stories of war from India's fight with the Ephthalite Huns, to the Fall of Fort Niagara in the Seven Years War, to the trenches of World War I, and finally to modern-day circumstances and actions in the Middle E
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But By The Chance of War - Richard C Lyons
BUT BY THE CHANCE OF WAR
img1.pngPART ONE
MATHURA
CONTENTS
PART ONE
MATHURA
MAP
CHARACTERS
ACT I
ACT II
ACT III
ACT IV
img4.pngCHARACTERS
PART ONE
MATHURA
ROYAL GUPTAS:
BHRAMIN:
GENERALS OF INDIA:
Ashara
Darshan
Amedkar
Tukarem
Asrani
COMMANDERS OF BHAMNS’S FORCES:
Shekar
Jagjel
Silesh
Ashwin
ADJUTANT:
EPHTHALITE HUNS:
OTHERS:
ACT ONE
SCENE ONE
ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF MATHURA
Place: In the vales and fields to the south of Mathura, the principal Temple City in the western provinces of the Gupta Empire
Present: Prince Chandra Gupta and Ashara, a general of the Eastern Indian Armies; later Sita and Asunaya, their respective wives.
Scene: The drama begins with the joining of two great armies of India in the year 515 C.E., just to the south of the provincial capital of Mathura and to the west of the Jumna River. The armies represent the recruitment of soldiery throughout the subcontinent to meet the menace of Hun invaders, led by the warlord Khan Tomara, whose forces now populate Ghandhara, a northwestern province of the Gupta Empire, and threaten the invasion of the Indo-Gangetic plains. Leading the forces from the south is the commander, Chandra Gupta, the son and heir of the reigning emperor, Bhamn Gupta. Leading the armies from the east is Gen. Ashara, among his army are his wife, Asunaya, and Chandra’s wife, Sita, who is with child.
You bring an ample corps, prepared to serve!
Since our first days at the academy
Your friendship has always brought me remedy!
How was your passage across yon river?
Seeing your host, Sita is moving forth
To greet her husband, love, and noble lord!
Between Spring and Monsoon’s¹ yearly event:
When warmth opens the locks of winter’s vault,
And mountains melt beneath the Sun’s assault
Loosening the crystal, moon-kissing snows
That flood these streams from Himalayan abodes…
And when Koel² flocks fly before the clouds
Which bear Ocean’s pregnant rains from the south.
Whence nature’s made bountiful in the deluge
Which pours upon us through the blessing monsoons.
Foretelling the season that’s cruelly kind:
When whirlwinds form in heaven to invade
Cleansing the globe of its senility,
Flooding hollows with bright vitality,
Clearing fading fields for fertile vigor,
Seeding the lands through the Monsoon’s rigors!
Then will come a stirring of calm rivers!
By then, within good Mathura we’ll rest;
For a night secure from Monsoon’s first shoots;
Then, with tomorrow’s dawn, forth we will move,
From temples and gardens of Mathura,
That one-time cradle and city of Krishna,³
To join royal arms ‘fore Indraprashta!⁴
With what may unfold of the Hun’s advance.
Leaving no escape - save their promised death!
Why show barbaric foes further lenience
When they do our patience further offence?
Were we not patient before their invasion
Through northwest corridors of our kingdom?
Did we not give the Huns lands and massy gold
To abide in peace and to leave us alone?
Did we not afford them arts of civilization,
Which they now use against our nation!
We thought to wear them down in Ghandhara.⁵
You know the child’s tale of the babe leopard:
Once mature, he listens to no shepherd!
They follow only when they’ve need of food;
When full of red meat, they become obtuse:
Though you pet and feed the starveling infant,
You cannot rule the adult’s feral spirit!
They say the Hun’s soul bears the scar of the cold
Of Caucasus⁶ from whence their race is known
And that their babes are born from wombs of stone!
They furrow with iron their newborn’s cheeks
Before giving them a mother’s warming teats!
Before their babes take infant strides in life,
They’re lashed to a horse’s back and made to ride!
They’re taught to eat their meat bloody and raw...
Can hearts formed so cold be then made to thaw?
Born and bred frozen as mountainous steppes:
They have in their chests the ice of Caucasus!
All the Hun ever wanted is dominion!
They’re a madness of wind and lightning,
Perverse herds beyond the scope of taming!
Their liberty is full of menacing:
We must fight these hyenas as lions
Colliding prides embraced in defiance!
From sickened provinces to those yet pure,
Where they roam they bring malignant danger!
While King Bhamn holds ‘fore Indraprashta’s fort,
We with our corps will ascend from the south -
The Hun are in a hellish net, don’t doubt!
They’re in the vice, with the numbers we bring
We will destroy their barbaric armies!
But I’ve tales to tell of a city damned -
Have you heard what we met at Eran?⁸
We arrived to that city’s immense ports
With our requests of men, money and stores,
We hold with cities of our provinces:
That for fruits of common justice and peace,
Sacrifice of men we expect from each!
This is the central hold of our union,
Since ‘twas consigned as a gift of Heaven!
‘We need men and means with immediacy
To conquer the Huns - our common enemy,’
Said I. Then a man came forth on the wall
To say: ‘We are not by princes enthralled
We are capable of standing on our own,
We need no protection from distant thrones!
We manage the scope of our government
And dissolve the laws of your covenant!’
‘Should we abide prayers of foreign men
Who demand we send youths on paths of death?’
‘You crack,’ said I, ‘the prop of that justice,
That’s held since the empire was an infant!
I’ve brought two essential deities to plead:
Those of Reason and Necessity
Who demand men for our common army!’
‘We’ve gods of our own we follow’ said he,
Those of Peace, of Ease, and of Luxury...
Besides’, said he, ‘I’ve at home a pet bird,
Who finds no enemies within his wing’s search,
Why then disturb the soft peace of our perch?’
‘Huns,’ said I, ‘are enemies of the world,
Whose range nearly threatens all that is yours,
Even your haunts of luxury: your taverns!
Think before denying our great union:
Your parting may breed riots of ruin -
Breeding division and scatter’d fission
Cleaving Empire through every dimension!
You may as well seek to sever a heart,
That cannot self exist, when cut apart;
While severing access to sacred blood
Which feeds the organs of all that we love!
You may as well tear the blessed connection
‘Twixt yourself and your nearest relation:
And be self-devoured in the conflagration!
You can’t divide what is fundamental,
Without sequel, both horrible and fatal!’
‘Strike me now,’ said I, ‘and swift for my life,
Than to let me witness with bleeding eyes,
The choking necrosis by slow degrees,
Of sinew and limbs from our empery!’
‘I would be glad,’ said he, ‘to battle you here!’
‘But the hour of my lunch and nap draws near
Should you want the resources of this town,
You must spend precious days tearing her down!’
‘For you,’ said I, ‘I am to a battle due,
Should we lose; the Huns will come lunch with you!
Good appetite, cur, while you’ve time to dine,
Should we lose, joy of your future is mine!’
I tired of insults from rebel tongues,
And without time, this coward city to crush;
So withstood, we moved off.
While we bleed for him, he’ll snore on his couch!
At all events, they lost us an entire day,
While we battled with words on that dusty plain!
From Prince Samudra, from his encampment!
Man, how long have you been riding?
Chandra reads his brother Samudra’s letter to Ashara.
And free of any hindrance in your approach.
We have noted a rising energy,
In the Huns and their lightning cavalry!
They descend on us in mighty waves,
Their third attack was just repulsed today;
We have fought them well but their numbers grow,
Nor do we yet know what reserves they hold:
So much for gold spent from our treasuries -
The Hun paid our gold to mercenaries!
The buildup of Hun horse is our concern.
While of our horse there is naught to learn:
Sudhile, the trader, says our horse are gathered,
Are training now and will be delivered,
To our three allotted encampment sites,
Horses ready for mounts, but he needs time.
Meanwhile, in intervals, as planned, we train:
Moving spear to cavalry and back again,
Adapting forces between disciplines
For when this late supply of horse comes in!
We feel a growing sense of nervousness:
Timing in war bears the strongest currents;
If we don’t soon reap these vital shipments,
The Hun may surprise our best resistance.
At all events, we are buoyant and pleased
That you come to reinforce the armies.
We hear that Bhuda is at Sthenesvara -
And you will soon be passing Mathura.
Don’t loiter for garden tours with Sita!
Use all haste to make for Indraprashta:
That we may rule empires happy with tears,
Singing joys of peace for a thousand years!
By the way, we look forward to that birth
Sita will endure to renew the world!
I hope the Prince has Sita’s eyes and face,
Should he look like us - what a damned disgrace!
Yours in love, as in our blood, Samudra"
They have been fully engaged for a week!
God! Hold up our hopes and their strengths!
And here comes my princess, my dear Sita!
To find the vivid frame of my Love’s form,
Abandoning the gaze with drowning eyes,
For I found not my house of paradise!
My heart bursts to see you in beauty crowned!
You are my lodestar, wherever I roam,
My soul orbits your own - that is my home!
While love’s denied, for the better of the State!
Eternal chrysolite⁹ would kingdoms become!
Tell, love, how’s your health and of our unborn?
Here are some flowers, plucked before the storm.
Sita hands Chandra a bundle of flowers…
Tender vessel in a vessel gentle,
You must soon be swathed in the world’s mantle,
Where adverse winds and chaotic thunders
It seems you come cradled in a tempest
As Monsoon’s rains will soon be upon us.
In a whisper…
I’ll defeat our enemies’ dread designs
That you, a greater Empire may colonize!
Thunder is heard rumbling.
Time to move, Prince, with our ready lovers!
Applauding us from the sky’s magazines!
Scarce gazing on mortals, with careless eyes.
End of Act One Scene One
ACT ONE
SCENE TWO
MATHURAN SENTINELS
Place: The southern watchtowers of Mathura
Present: Gowind and Ajay with Atmaram arriving.
Scene: The southern walls of Mathura overlook the rolling approaches to the capital city. It is late afternoon and the horizon has begun to fill with the clouds of looming monsoon rains.
But portends further days of blossoming!
That the advent of the Monsoon draws nigh:
Her onset of winds from the south start soft,
But as powers converge they become rough!
You should know the marks of seasons by now,
Though the sun still shines, she’s closing in clouds;
Seasons after seasons have their sights and sounds,
Naught stays the march of their eternal rounds.
Enter Atmaram
Old friend, it’s time for the guard to rotate?
When sprawling Mathura goes all quiet!
Which the defense of our fortress requires,
Have gone dark from Indraprashta’s bastions!
Drowning their fires, debilitating their flare?
With colors waving, through forests of spears!
Of southern India are approaching!
The prince arrives on the appointed day!
Signal the town with the blasting of horn -
Clarion the city! A new hope is born,
A savior Son emerges, before the storm!
End of Act One Scene Two
ACT ONE
SCENE THREE
ENTRY TO MATHURA
Place: Advancing through the southern approach to Mathura
Present: Prince Chandra and Princess Sita, Gen. Ashara and wife Asunaya, Aide de Camp Mahedhara, and attendant troops.
Later: The Mayor of Mathura and assorted citizenry
Scene: The armies of Chandra Gupta have achieved the southern rise overlooking the city of Mathura, renowned throughout the ancient world for its school and manufacture of colossal sculpture and for being the birthplace of Krishna. The Jumna River curves behind and defines the city’s eastern margins. The sunset casts its last beams on the prominent forewalls of Krishna’s birthplace. To the south of the armies, the sky is threatening. As the scene proceeds, the army is moving to the great portal doors of the city.
On yonder city, eclipsing the sky:
Witness what hands of men, who lowly trod,
Have artfully wrought to mimic the gods!
Trembling on walls as the sun is subdued:
Deep colors suffused - luminous as pearl -
Encircle ramparts of yon novel world;
Fewer stars people the infinite spheres
Than are sky-inhabiting steeples here;
Woven with colossal images and forms:
The huge frames of gods lustrously adorned!
What mortal can so beautifully range
So animated or effulgent a stage,
Than this scene that bids the soul weep and burst
With joy, as midst a spiritual birth!
May we have a moment to linger here?
This view forcefully moves emotion I bear!
Striving with the wake of the setting sun.
Disaster engenders at feet of sloth
As with the warts, boils, or pustules that rot!
But wake the inner sanctum of your ear
And Mathura’s storied history hear:
Two centuries past, this Samudra’s Path,
Wended north and west through wild savage tracts:
‘Twas a post abandoned: to law unknown
Since Sakas¹⁰ held a regional throne.
This place was prostrate ‘neath a savage age,
Void of reason, and of all civil grace:
Both man and beast were a single kind:
Ruled in pursuits by lust and appetite.
Justice and the tenants of the Heavens
Were fallen in gross ruins, defenseless:
Temples were stables of jackals and thieves;
The courts were caves of unheard griefs.
Whence came on the place in a manner fierce,
Warlike Samudra to subdue frontiers!¹¹
A warrior whose orbiting sword and shield
Bid contraries: perish or bend or yield;
So small tyrants and shadow-borne brigands
Took to armed field, or fled in cowardice!
Where this lion thunderously tread
No haunt, hill or mead was unconquered -
The West was scourged by fire and purified
As an evil generation fled or died.
Thence, as voices of nature’s denizens
Tone in scales ‘neath the cries of the lions -
Harmony, long dead, arose in forests,
Cities were built on their disused relics;
Cultivation grew in once-abandoned soils;
Earth’s good fruits became universal spoils.
Neighboring spheres are not more firmly held
By the Sun’s sweet radiance - soft compelled,
As Samudra’s light did warm all to awe,
The virtues inherent in majestic law!
Allied regions sang praises in a wedded choir:
Like constellated tapers in a canopy of fire!
Through this first portal of light: Mathura,
Through this ancient, blessed birthplace of Krishna,
Grew a beautiful and a lasting aura...
This ingress was nourished by gilt legends
Till glossed to a mineral resplendence:
Outpouring the vigor of a lodestone
Luring the learned to this central home!
Wondrous structures grew among the admix
Of a teeming and talented populace,
Building various schools of novel thought,
And temples where faithful prayers were wrought!
Ménages of artists and divers crafts,
All framed a flourishing city and lands:
A safe harbor for persons of soft hands
The sensible or sentient of man!
Where, freely, they may the world enfigure
With the bounds and lines of sacred number.
Or in peaceful breath send their orisons
To the numberless stars of the Heavens,
Or devise with their fleeting hands and eyes
The fixed brow of a god’s eternal guise!
This safe harbor has also proved a seed,
Whose petal and filament blossoming,
Has sent spawnings from these soft encasings:
Shipping souls on the Jumna and Ganges,
Spreading their artistry, faith, and teaching,
As threads of a new, living tapestry,
Interweaving this region with beauty!
Thus, from seacoasts to the Himalayan arc,
And from the Ganges west to the Kandahar,
Mathura is the crystalline lodestar -
Of our mind and soul, she is the hearth,
She is the heart of India’s three worlds!
Standing as she does at the intersect
Between the ancient east and regions west,
She is, with Sthenesvara, the gilt key
To the ranged wealth of the Inter-Ganges:
She is where our Indian destinies meet!
Look fore, to the walls we are approaching:
The whole populace has thronged en wild masse
In every door, window and portcullis,
As bees about a flower’s bright calyx
To cast beaming eyes on a beloved prince!
Petals are pouring from without the turrets
Like waves of colored rain in soft tempests,
And the low-hung, huge ramparts are eclipsed
By purple clouds of a welcoming incense!
Note, musicians play a composition
To match the pitch of this jubilation.
I feel blessed to be such a witness
To joyous frenzy of happy madness!
With a feeling they’ve deathly fate defied.
If you were dweller of this solitary town,
And heard issue of the wolf’s packs deep howl -
Beheld the grisly, menacing brood advance
With open jaws stalking about your flanks,
Fear would enthrall you and keep you cabin’d -
Until a hunter killed the haunting savage!
Then the city would erupt in hope’s joy
For the late parent of fear was destroyed
And no matter what the object of fright,
Joy’s counterpoise would bear an equal weight.
Pardon, Lord, or do my eyes play me false
Or is there adequate height to those walls?
I’m seeing false if they are of regular scale;
These imposing statuaries loom so hale!
Is framed a heaven-aspiring mountain
Shadowing the lesser crown of Vishnu¹²
Ought they not be equal in attitude….
They are equals in compared prominence
Standing intermediate you would see
Among magnitudes, their equivalency.
If the sculptures are proper in measure
Vishnu by line and scope should be higher,
Lest all forms be beneath Siva’s shadows,
There unknown, and obscured in the dark’s throes.
Or is this city, in defenses, frail?
Victory bred peace, peace sanctuary,
Sanctuaries ease; ease a lethargy!
Concern was for naught but true artistry:
Not for hoarding siege nor warlike engines,
Nor magazines, nor elaborate defenses,
As the frontier had moved far to the west
And with Gandahar sealed in alliance -
These great circuit walls became ornaments.
As the artists mimic the gods’ lineaments,
Then, given we’ve defense but in appearance:
We need gods, with their power’s inherence!
A moment of light, midst thundering skies!
After our entrance, assess defenses.
Address weaponry and our dimensions.
But before this assembly bare no frown
It’s the light of hope we bear to this town!
The fruit-laden figure of Ganesha¹³ convey,
In casual strands of lotuses¹⁴ dressed
With plenitudes of sweets embellished!
Before the portal we must make prayer
That all our future ventures work out fair!
Chandra’s adjutant arrives to the city’s gates and so relates:
Trooped with thousands of the stoutest sort:
I introduce the Prince of Magadha,¹⁵
With compliments, our Lord Chandra Gupta,
Descendant in name the empire’s founder,
First born of Bhamn, India’s undoubted heir!
Congressed with great nobles of India:
From Cedi, Kasi, Asmaka, and Vatsa
Who descend on this capital of Mathura,
To relieve beleaguered Sthenesvara.
The prince bids: open the city to him
Allowing our strengths proper admission.
Tell the foremost of this great capital
Chandra Gupta would swift convene with all
Having to do with its good governance.
He seeks an immediate audience,
That orders be received throughout his troops
With grant of food and storm-defying roofs!
The Mayor of Mathura steps before the gathering to address the herald.
Throughout the city, allow through these men!
Kindred you are, that banish our despair
We invest in you the sum of all our care!
Chandra has now ridden to the fore to address those convened on city walls.
Trooped with iron shields, staves, and sharpened swords!
Mathura! We request your great largess,
We petition to be your sometime guests.
And thank you for this, your beloved greeting,
Which blesses the Heavens with its fealty!
What parental ear, formed with filial care,
Can the plaintive tears of a prone child bear?
Does not the frightful and dolorous tone
Bore irresistible avenues to the soul!
Thence the soul is roused and animated
And corporeal members are elevated
To a sense! To perform impassioned tasks
Regardless effort, pain or offered thanks!
Or what grave wound or disease can invade -
Through apertures of a vulnerable frame,
Fore the body’s generous nutrients
Are recruited through profoundest passages
To war for health of every member
In a wild, heated, feverous manner?
We have heard the province’s bellowed cries,
Since war’s horrid note rent India’s skies,¹⁶
And felt deeply this grieving injury:
Blazing pain through our common arteries!
And to this wounded cry we now answer -
With the foremost arms we may deliver!
To counter the Hun’s miscreated tribes -
The dogs of Siva! These Empiricides!
Lift your eyes to the horizons to observe,
Our fabric and magazines of thunder:
India’s soldiers, her archers and casters,
Her engine builders and weapons makers,
Her dense arbors, metals and minerals,
And the select of her warlike animals!
We strode India’s animate gardens
Filling our arms with these warlike harvests,
Assembling India’s bounty for you,
Responsive the cry, healing to the wound!
Weak and unwilling souls we cast aside;
Like lions leaving weakling runts behind
To assure the greater strength of the pride -
Preserving the character of our line!
Here, great numbers we bring in sacrifice
To defend our sacred Indian life!
We, however, then ask of you, a dear part:
Sacrifice to us something of your heart!
We must request of you a great kindness:
We wish time for future reminiscence,
A time to enjoy the warmth of the hearth,
Time to converse in familiar mirth,
Time to calmly hear the temple’s chime,
Time to repose in the half-moon’s light,
For fields of war where we must inhabit,
Are not of peace, but her darkest opposite!
Our thanks to you again for this kindness
Thanks to you, Mayor, and to all subjects.
Sing, Mathura! In a manner exultant
For our soon return to you - triumphant!
The thousands gathered of the city and the armies let swell a clamorous cheer.
Not the saturnalia of her pelf!
Note before, an edifice for bathing!
You may in armory or citadel
Commission your troops and attendants dwell
While you, your family, and retinue,
With other provincial nobles too,
Should stay in your ready royal palace!
You may make of that your strong nucleus,
From there exert your authority’s radiants.
Ganesha needs prayerful obeisance:
Through the arc of this fortress,
Bless the steps of our progress;
Through the fire of your forces
Bless the chart of our courses;
Through the channels of your heart
Bless the potence of our arms:
Be aident with great power
In this, our now needful hour!
A gathering of devotees of Krishna sing joyfully and dance before Chandra and his retinue inside the city gates.
Let them sing joyfully, as is their way,
Nor God, nor we will allow a savage race,
To invade joys of this - Krishna’s birthplace!
End of Act One Scene Three
ACT ONE
SCENE FOUR
MADHU AND MISSIVES
Place: The principal administrative chamber of the Royal Palace of Mathura
Present: Chandra Gupta meets with the Bhramin Priest, Madhu. Later, they are joined by Gen. Ashara.
Scene: The chamber is a very large square with upright pillars ranged in geometric colonades. The aperture of the door through which Madhu enters is arched with a titular head over the archway. Before the walls of the chamber, evenly spaced and at half the height of the ceilings, are beautifully wrought sculptures of mythical and divine figures of Indian cosmology. Chandra is seated but rises at the sight of Madhu.
But the fires of bright joy are sparked by it!
Of all my father’s dear friends, the dearest,
Of favorites nearest me, the nearest!
Madhu, embrace me with all your love’s might
Demand time stop now, that we may share life!
Or halt light’s unalterable advance.
Time is the deity without an ear -
Regardless the petitioner or prayer!
How holds Bhamn, The Steadfast, whom we all love?
The nearer he hears you and Sita nigh.
But endless business has wracked his life:
With continued drain of unending strife,
Even adamant stones, of granite form,
Are by the slow assaults of ocean worn!
It were as though his mother’s rueful throes
Were prelude, at birth, to this tragic ode:
Timed by cracking drums and suffering groans
Quaking prone footholds of his sacred throne!
And you! In your youth did you know peace?
Or hear your lover rhythmically breathe?
Or were vestures of the university
Exchanged for hard molds of an armory?
You know, we are not the liberal gods.
We are come to this crisis by my advice.
And assumed you viewed our own reflection:
Your hopes clothed them in your aspiration!
It is to the credit of your spiritual stature
You assume the best of our human nature!
We offered the justice of our laws of state -
You, the spiritual mercy of your prelates;
We had hoped to foster their nobility -
We pay the cost of its callous discarding!
The Hun deceived us with shallow, false words
All the time preparing to act the scourge!
We, on our part, fell into their trap
As hope for peace lulled us to relax.
We had hoped that our hopes would be proved right
We had hoped mere hope would avoid this fight:
We lived in a mirage of delusive hopes
Until this reality arrested us by the throat!
We on our part, were willfully blind
While we dallied and strayed and played for time!
While the Hun’s appetites played upon our vice!
We must be wary of faith we place in hope,
For it bears a weighty darkness - in its shadow.
Bhamn suffers so