It Is A Massive, Majestic, White Marble
Edifice, With A Sheltered Peristyle And Finely Carved Pillars.
This Peristyle Once Led Straight To The Palace, But Now It Is
Surrounded With A Deep Ravine, Full Of Broken Stones And Overgrown
With Cacti.
The interior of the mausoleum is covered with golden
lettering of inscriptions from the Koran, and the sarcophagus of
the sultan is placed in the middle.
Close by it stands the palace
of Baz-Bahadur, all broken to pieces - nothing now but a heap of
dust covered with trees.
We spent the whole day visiting these sad remains, and returned
to our sheltering place a little before sunset, exhausted with
hunger and thirst, but triumphantly carrying on our sticks three
huge snakes, killed on our way home. Tea and supper were waiting
for us. To our great astonishment we found visitors in the tent.
The Patel of the neighboring village - something between a
tax-collector and a judge - and two zemindars (land owners) rode
over to present us their respects and to invite us and our Hindu
friends, some of whom they had known previously, to accompany them
to their houses. On hearing that we intended to spend the night
in the "dead town" they grew awfully indignant. They assured us
it was highly dangerous and utterly impossible. Two hours later
hyenas, tigers, and other beasts of prey were sure to come out
from under every bush and every ruined wall, without mentioning
thousands of jackals and wild cats.
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