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Chapter 20: Sambhaji Father and Emperor
Sambhaji knew that they had done well to win against the Mughal forces for the past three years, they’d kept the Mughals at bay, they’d pushed them out of the Ghats, kept them away from Satara and expanded their frontiers in the north to include Nashik. There was still much that needed to be done to keep their frontiers at the south secure, from the governor of the former Bijapur Sultanate from knocking on their door, though Sambhaji was convinced that they could achieve some form of security there. He shifted slightly in his seat and looked at the gathered assembly, his brother Rajaram, his best general Mohite, his wife and his sister by marriage were present as was Parshuram Pant Pratinidhi his chief finance minister.
Sambhaji looked down at the notes he had made then said. “We are facing an interesting time. The English have approached and spoken of an alliance between their forces and ours against the Mughals. They want some concessions when it comes to the trading of spices, and in return they shall provide us with guns and cannons to handle the sturdier fortresses that the Mughals have. Mohite what would your impression be?” Sambhaji saw his brother Rajaram frown at this and knew his brother was hankering for the military role that Mohite had but Sambhaji was cautious about that.
“Sire, I would advise caution. The English are not people who know much about our ways or the politics of the realms within which they wish to operate. They are trying to outdo the French and the Portuguese who sit to our south and east in terms of their influence. We can get cheaper and more effective weapons from the French if we so desired.” Mohite replied.
Sambhaji considered this and then asked. “Do you believe therefore that the English are simply trying to garner more by giving something we need right now, only to demand a higher price when the time comes for payment?”
“Yes, Sire. It would suit their purposes and ensure that we are reliant on them should the Mughals develop the cannons that our spies report they are.” Mohite replied.
Rajaram spoke then. “Sire, I disagree. I think that the English are sincere, or as sincere as can be. The Mughals have the weapons they need to destroy our own arsenal at the flick of a wrist. We would be foolish not to consider getting the upper hand now whilst we still can. After all, the English have the weapons now and we have the funds available, why not make the purchase?”
Mohite replied. “Because, my Prince, it would be dangerous to make an investment in something when our own smiths could make it at half the cost.”
“You did not say that our smiths could do it.” Rajaram said, his fury growing.
Sambhaji raised his hand and said. “Enough, I shall consider this proposal and reach a decision in due time. Parshuram, you have assessed the accounts, what is your verdict?”
Parshuram was a man of middling height but great intelligence, named after an ancient scholar from the epics. “Sire, I believe that we would be better served developing the weapons ourselves. As General Mohite has said we have the capability and it would make us much more self-sufficient. Indeed, the reports I have read suggest that the Mughals are facing difficulty with the Bengalis.”
Sambhaji laughed. “Of course they are, the Nawab never did learn when to keep his mouth shut, and Aurungzeb never was the sort of person to let something such as that go.” He’d learned of the man’s failed invasion of the Ahom Kingdom and delighted in it. “Now, what progress have you made in regards to the marriage proposals?” If they were to truly overthrow the Mughal yoke they needed more allies, and marriage was the best solution for that.
Parshuram bowed his head for a moment then replied. “Sire, I have had messages from the Hada and they have agreed that a marriage is most beneficial. They wish for an arrangement between the Hada Princess Krishna Kumari and Crown Prince Shahu.”
Sambhaji saw his brother tense and he hid a smile, he knew that such a marriage would bring the might of the Hada clan to their side, meaning that the other Rajputs would soon follow. “Inform the Hada that I consent to this marriage agreement.” Parshuram bowed his head and made a note of it.
Rajaram spoke then. “Sire, when will we next be heading out to fight the Mughals?” Sambhaji knew his brother wanted to prove himself more on the field than the court chamber, and so he kept his tone patient.
“We shall move forward with the planned taking of Nashik when we have enough support from other states to ensure we shall not be left on our own. We shall cut the Mughals off from potential support through the alliance system I have planned. My son to Hada’s Princess, so on and so forth.” Sambhaji said not mentioning that he intended to make Rajaram’s son a Brahmin as soon as possible, and that his daughters would be marrying into the other Rajput dynasties and not Rajaram’s children as he had thought. His brother nodded in acceptance and Sambhaji dismissed the meeting. His wife remained behind.
“You know he and his wife will be planning to do something should this feint not work.” His wife said.
“I know. I intend on not giving them a reason to act.” He replied.