The atrocities
committed by the cruel victor were such that they shook any to the foundation of
his being. The
whole country presented a ghastly sight with the dead and dilapidated, unburied
and un-repaired.
Yet,
it brought - undying fame to Duke of Marlborough, who engineered, directed, marshaled
and supervised the entire campaign. He was hailed as the greatest marshal known
to history and hence unaccountable wealth in the form of titles, estates was
showered on him. Kasper ended his dreadful account with an emphasis that it was
a great matchless victory.
At
once the little child Whilhelmine caught him unawares saying, it was both wicked
and inhuman. Kasper, drowned in the material world said `No'. He nodded his head
left and right fast and affirmed his `No' thrice, suggesting the wrong inference
drawn by the child. But Peterkin, the little but wise trapped his grown-up
grand-father with only one sensible question that gagged him for ever,
"what good came of it at last"? The unsuspecting old Kasper could not
offer any satisfactory reply, nor sane answer. Like a desperate he said,
"why I can't tell, but it was a famous victory all the more"? This
only confirmed the bankruptcy of his mind.
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