Rudyard Kipling,
Ballads and Barrack-Room Ballads
(1892)
“ And Delhi town was very near, but nearer was the foe.Yea, Delhi town was very near when Lalun whispered:—‘Slay! ‘Lord of my life, the mare sinks fast—stab deep and let me die!’But Scindia would not, and the maid tore free and flung away, And turning as she fell we heard the clattering Populzai.Then Scindia checked the gasping mare that rocked and groaned for breath, And wheeled to charge and plunged the knife a hands-breadth in her side—The hunter and the hunted know how that last pause is death— The blood had chilled about her heart, she reared and fell and died.Our Gods were kind. ”
