We have one, about a Fort. My father told me of it.
[ She's writing, by the scratching sound of the quill behind her voice, that after a moment, stops. ]
A young prince went to build what is now called Bhangarh Fort. But the land he wished to use belonged to a priest. Being a fearing and faithful son, he petitioned the priest to be allowed to build his Fort, and the priest agreed, on the grounds that no building ever grow so tall as to cast a shadow on his house. The Prince agreed. The Fortress was built, tall and powerful around the house, but never did the house fall within the shadow of any building. So they had an accord, but it was not to last.
[ A little pause for the purpose of storytelling. Then she carries on. ]
As things go, the Prince met a Princess, and she was beautiful. Her skin like honey, her hair like earth. Truly, Goddess Lakshmi was within her face. He brought her back for them to be married, and in her honour, built her a tall part of the palace all her own. I suppose you can guess who that angered. Little did the Prince know what wickedness the Priest had in his heart. He brewed a potion, a love potion, to give to the Princess as she walked along the building site of her new quarters. To steal away the Princesses love and punish the Prince.
When he gave her the phial, he attempted to deceive her to its purpose but she did not trust him. Enraged and disgusted, she threw the phial away, smashing it on a rock. Unfortunately, she threw it with such force, the rock moved, sending more tumbling. The landslide crushed the Priest. With his dying breathe, he cursed them all. Saying that no building would ever cast a shadow over his house, and they, and she especially, would pay for their vanity.
[ She lets the ominous words hang, carrying with weight even if it is - a might ridiculous. But all stories of this nature usually were. ]
Not a week later, a great invader came. The Fortress was surrounded, only half completed as it was, it stood no chance. They seized the land, and the people within it, and they spared no prisoners. The city, including the Princess in all her beauty, was slaughtered. No one survived.
From that night onwards, it is said that the Priest and the Princess are trapped by its walls, his laughter and her screaming can he heard, trapped and wailing within it. Others claim they see her wandering the walls, asking passers-by when her beautiful rooms will be finished. The legend tells it, only when the Princess is born again and returns to the Fortress, will the curse be lifted. Until then, no one will go there.
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[ She's writing, by the scratching sound of the quill behind her voice, that after a moment, stops. ]
A young prince went to build what is now called Bhangarh Fort. But the land he wished to use belonged to a priest. Being a fearing and faithful son, he petitioned the priest to be allowed to build his Fort, and the priest agreed, on the grounds that no building ever grow so tall as to cast a shadow on his house. The Prince agreed. The Fortress was built, tall and powerful around the house, but never did the house fall within the shadow of any building. So they had an accord, but it was not to last.
[ A little pause for the purpose of storytelling. Then she carries on. ]
As things go, the Prince met a Princess, and she was beautiful. Her skin like honey, her hair like earth. Truly, Goddess Lakshmi was within her face. He brought her back for them to be married, and in her honour, built her a tall part of the palace all her own. I suppose you can guess who that angered. Little did the Prince know what wickedness the Priest had in his heart. He brewed a potion, a love potion, to give to the Princess as she walked along the building site of her new quarters. To steal away the Princesses love and punish the Prince.
When he gave her the phial, he attempted to deceive her to its purpose but she did not trust him. Enraged and disgusted, she threw the phial away, smashing it on a rock. Unfortunately, she threw it with such force, the rock moved, sending more tumbling. The landslide crushed the Priest. With his dying breathe, he cursed them all. Saying that no building would ever cast a shadow over his house, and they, and she especially, would pay for their vanity.
[ She lets the ominous words hang, carrying with weight even if it is - a might ridiculous. But all stories of this nature usually were. ]
Not a week later, a great invader came. The Fortress was surrounded, only half completed as it was, it stood no chance. They seized the land, and the people within it, and they spared no prisoners. The city, including the Princess in all her beauty, was slaughtered. No one survived.
From that night onwards, it is said that the Priest and the Princess are trapped by its walls, his laughter and her screaming can he heard, trapped and wailing within it. Others claim they see her wandering the walls, asking passers-by when her beautiful rooms will be finished. The legend tells it, only when the Princess is born again and returns to the Fortress, will the curse be lifted. Until then, no one will go there.