Chapter 241: Devagiri Fort
Fort in trade city of Manualay, Delhi’s north eastern borders, evening of April 27,1557.
Imperial army supported by mercenary forces reached the trade city by evening, their mounts laden with war supplies as they marched in through discipline formation.
The city, usually bustling with traders and artisans, wore an uncharacteristically subdued air. The streets which used to sparsely populated, today were unusually quiet with only a few wary eyes peering from shuttered windows and guarded alleyways.
Security patrols were present at every alley and corner. In every blink of eye one can sense a man clad in armour ensuring order with vigilance. Every intersection was filled with watchful sentries as their were clad with spears and swords, ready to tackle any disturbance.
As Bheem’s contingent advanced toward the city’s rear, the remnants of recent unrest became evident.
Blackened stalls and charred wooden beams scarred the once-vibrant marketplace. A few houses bore scorch marks, their stone walls still bearing the acrid scent of ash. Yet, amid the ruins, fresh signs of defiance lingered—small banners painted with slogans against the regime fluttered furtively in secluded corners.
Despite this, the soldiers remained in high morale, their stoic demeanor showed clear indifference to the surroundings as they approached the city lord’s small fort, which acted as the guardian of the region.
Upon arrival, they were greeted by a contingent of armed guards. The fort guard stepped forward, scrutinizing the imperial tokens and the sealed letter handed over by Bheem. After a tense moment, the guard nodded, signaling his men to escort the group inside, while the soldiers were escorted to the barracks and replenishment of supplies.
The guest chamber in the city lord’s mansion exuded elegance and authority. A carved wooden table occupied the center, surrounded by cushioned chairs, while intricate curtains depicting mountain vistas and ancient battles adorned the walls. The faint aroma of incense lingered in the air.
A butler stepped in, bowing respectfully.
"Please wait here," he said in a measured tone. "The Kiledar will join you shortly."
Bheem exchanged glances with King Dravya and his colonels before taking their seats.