RANJIT SINGH
The days that followed in Lahore were filled with grief and a thirst for revenge. People started filing petitions to attack British camps. More and more youth were made to join the army. Statues and monuments were erected in the name of the Sarkar. As he looked out his window, he mused," I didn't know that I had accomplished as much in life." "Great men such as you don't work for glory my lord. But for the well fair of his people ."
"Well said", said the king. "But one thing still puzzles me. Who saved me and how? ", he thought aloud as he touched the huge cast around his torso. "Sire it was Tara. He said that he had heard a thud last night. And that he had felt the urge to check. After he found you my lord, he sounded the alarm."
"Hmmm. Would he make a good king Raghu ? " "the commander was filled with joy. The king had referred to him by his name! " Yes sire. In a few years, once he is mature enough to make certain decisions. But as of today, no."