Chapter 169: Meenakshi’s Lead
Rewari kingdom, Canon factory, evening of 25th march 1557.
After the successful weapon test, Mathew eagerly showcased the modified zamburak cannons. The platform had been adapted to mount swivel guns on camelback, increasing their mobility. As they walked through the factory, their discussion shifted to the Bessemer process. In his workshop, they spent hours discussing its complicated process and the direct plan for the possible construction of a new factory in Delhi for the production of steel ingots. He wanted to show his progress on the single production line, but Aditya cut it off abruptly, postponing it with the excuse of leaving early.
Before parting, Aditya handed Mathew a clockmaking design. Though familiar with clockwork, Mathew had struggled to complete one. The design filled the gaps in his knowledge, offering a solution to his long-pending project. Elated by this breakthrough, Mathew’s excitement surged.
As evening settled, Mathew, still buoyed by the day’s successes, suggested a celebratory drink. Aditya reluctantly agreed, but with Meenakshi’s presence, he managed to keep his consumption light. However, his low tolerance for alcohol soon made his head spin, though he composed himself well enough to mask it out.
Despite Mathew’s regret at not spending more time celebrating, they decided to leave for the fort city.
At the factory entrance, Mathew, noticeably tipsy, patted Aditya’s shoulder with warmth. "Listen, kid, next time you come, no excuses. We’ll have a full night of celebration and a morning spar. Only then will you be allowed to leave. I’ll teach you... hic... my drunken style."
Aditya, already a bit tipsy, retorted with a playful smirk, "Stinky old man, hic... I’m not going because I’m afraid. We have the crown prince, hic... coronation. Or else I’d love to grind your bones."
Mathew laughed heartily, "Good, I like your enthusiasm. Don’t retreat from your... hic... words."
As Aditya turned toward his horse to prepare for departure, Mathew directed his attention to Meenakshi. After a respectful Namaste, he said, "I understand your culture, but if you don’t take the lead, he’s too dense... Hic... nonetheless, he is a good kid."
Meenakshi’s cheeks flushed a delicate pink as she caught the subtle implication of Mathew’s words about her feelings for Aditya. With a shy smile and a Namaste, she took her leave.
Mathew watched them with teary eyes, recalling his younger days with his late wife. His gaze softened as he murmured to himself, "Surely, being young is nice... Hic.. I hope they make it this time."
He considered spending his day off drinking alone, lost in thoughts of his late wife, but just then,