The two friends whom he chose to be friends--out of the millions of men he governed--fittingly go down with him through those centuries, a trio; Akbar the dreamer, Birbal the doubter, Abulfazl the doer, who between them made of the Great Mogul a king of kings.
A PRINCE OF DREAMS
A PRINCE OF DREAMS
[CHAPTER I]
What know ye of the wearer, ye who know the dress right well?
'Tis the letter-writer only, can the letter's purport tell.
--Sa'adi.
"Hush! The King listens!"
The sudden sonorous voice of the court-usher echoed over the crowd and there was instant silence.
The multitude sank, seated on the ground where it had been standing, and so disclosed to view the rose-red palaces of Fatehpur Sikri, the City of Victory, rising from the rose-set gardens where the silvery fountains sprang from the rose-red earth into the deep blue of the sky.
Akbar the King showed also, seated on a low, marble, cushion-covered pedestal beneath a group of palms.