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The Rani turned. She did not run. She flowed —like a blade of wind. Kashi watched as the Queen of Jhansi mounted her horse, Badal. The horse reared, hooves slicing the smoky air.

"Is that... the Prince's hair?" Kashi whispered, her voice trembling. The young prince, Damodar Rao, had been smuggled out of the fort the night before, hidden in a basket of hay.

Kashi saw that the Rani was tying a small, braided lock of black hair into the satchel. Manikarnika.The.Queen.Of.Jhansi.2019.480p.Blu-R...

Kashi clutched the satchel with the baby’s hair to her heart. She dropped to the stone floor and crawled into the dark tunnel, leaving behind the fire, the cannons, and the legend that was already burning brighter than the fort. Kashi survived. The priest kept the lock of hair. And though the British took the fort, they never found the Queen inside it. Because the next morning, they learned she had galloped out, fought her way through the siege, and disappeared into the jungle—to fight another day.

"I am going to ride to the eastern gate," the Rani said. "General Rose has five hundred men there. I have fifty." The Rani turned

"Where are you going, Maji?" Kashi asked, using the word for mother.

As she charged toward the breach, Kashi heard her yell. It was not a scream of fear. It was the banshee cry of a goddess. Kashi watched as the Queen of Jhansi mounted

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The Rani nodded. A single, silent tear carved a path through the dust on her cheek, but her jaw did not quiver. "I cannot hold his hand where I am going tonight. But as long as this hair exists, Jhansi exists."

"Fifty?" Kashi gasped. "That is death!"

Kashi crept forward, her eyes wide. The Rani was no longer wearing her royal silks. She wore the pira —the tight-fitting choli and loose trousers of a soldier. On her hip hung a heavy talwar (sword), and on her back, a quiver of arrows.