Publisher's Synopsis
"Come on, you abominable pests. Come and dare touch me and my son if you can."The words of challenge brought the Kapaliks to their senses. They opted to take seize of Rajdevi. Rajdevi's hand began flaunting the sword in an effortless manner. It seemed as if the forgotten skill of war-fare that had long been buried somewhere beneath had thrust itself up ripping apart the frozen ground of years long indifference to fighting. At distance, while in the middle of the exchange of deadly blows, Nagbhatt stole glance at Rajdevi. For a moment, his heart quavered. However, seeing Rajdevi taking on Kapaliks with her sword he felt enthused with a renewed vigor. Though initially taken aback with Rajdevi's devastating and aggressive break-out, Kapaliks were after all Kapaliks. They were not to give way to a woman. On the other hand, Rajdevi, no matter how belligerent she was in those moments was not to resist strong enough making Kapaliks flee the battle-scene. The few royal guards protecting Rajdevi had started falling one after another. At distance, Nagbhatt too had begun exhausting his strength in the face of heavy blows delivered by young-blooded Kapaliks. Through his eyes blurred with sweat, blood and tears, he saw faint glimpses of Rajdevi fight with the listlessness of a flickering flame against darkness closing upon it. Finally a deadly blow of sword and Nagbhatt fell like a grand light-tower collapses heralding the advances of darkness. Behind his drooping eyes flashed the fainting image of a warrior queen flaunting her sword to protect her modesty and the life of her child. Then, there was darkness and silence. A great warrior had departed for an eternal journey of life and death.
