The arrival of Rama's soldiers at our doorstep heralded a moment of reckoning, a testament to Baba Pratap Singh's foresight regarding the escalating conflict. As anticipated, I was the target of their summons, a call to arms from the very entity that once held sway over my destiny.
With measured composure, I received the letter bearing Rama's seal, its contents veiled in diplomatic niceties and hollow praises for past deeds. Yet, beneath the veneer of civility lay an unspoken expectation of my allegiance to the empire's cause. Notably absent was any mention of Baba Pratap Singh—a deliberate omission, perhaps, to avoid provoking the ire of my mentor.