“ Poor little Patience took them more to heart, and the tears shone in her eyes.“Don’t say you won’t forgive him!” she implored. “Think, for aught we know he may now be pining in a Moorish dungeon, or lying wounded on the battle-field. Oh, Mr. Ford, he was your only son, and you loved him—you must love him still!”“Silence, girl!” cried my father, very fierce. “How dare you tell me I love a rebellious child! I should wrong my conscience, and be false to my profession as a Christian man, if I were weak enough to do what you say.” ”
Allen Upward
Summary
Allen Upward’s Athelstane Ford is a historical novel set in the 18th-century East Indies, blending personal drama with colonial conflict. Focused on the titular character and his connections with figures such as the Nabob, Surajah Dowlah, and Meer Jaffier, the narrative delves into themes of loyalty, resistance, and the collision between British and Indian powers.
With rich portrayals of battles, strongholds, and the dangerous charm of the East, Upward crafts a story of moral conflict and hazardous romance, concluding with a resolution that unites personal resistance against both oppression and destiny.
Quotes from Athelstane Ford (Allen Upward)
“ The Nabob’s army lay in their entrenched camp, one angle of the rampart, that nearest to us, being strengthened with a small redoubt armed with cannon. Behind and away almost as far as we could see, stretched the tents and lines of armed men, the whole just beginning to stir with the first movements of the day. In the midst rose a splendid pavilion, adorned by flags, before the door of which stood a train of horses and attendants, while lesser tents were pitched all round it, each one displaying the ensign of some great officer. ”
“ I saw one man, a few paces behind me, turn purple in the face, as if some one were strangling him. Two or three others had already fainted from the heat, and I heard some one whisper that they had fallen to the ground.The Jemautdar presently returned, shaking his head, and said to Mr. Holwell—“I can do nothing. It is by the Nabob’s orders that you are locked up, and I dare not interfere.”“But we are dying, man!” cried Mr. Holwell. “The Nabob swore that he would spare our lives. Listen! I will give you two thousand rupees—anything—if you will procure us some relief!” ”
