Kashi crept forward, her eyes wide. The Rani was no longer wearing her royal silks. She wore the pira —the tight-fitting choli and loose trousers of a soldier. On her hip hung a heavy talwar (sword), and on her back, a quiver of arrows.
Kashi, the youngest of the palace maids, watched Her Highness, Manikarnika—no, Lakshmibai—from the shadow of a sandstone pillar. The Rani was not sitting on her throne. She was sitting on the dusty floor, tying a small cloth satchel.
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Kashi saw that the Rani was tying a small, braided lock of black hair into the satchel.
"Fifty?" Kashi gasped. "That is death!"
"Where are you going, Maji?" Kashi asked, using the word for mother.
As she charged toward the breach, Kashi heard her yell. It was not a scream of fear. It was the banshee cry of a goddess. Kashi crept forward, her eyes wide
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