Gokul the Young - June 1162
Raja Gokul the Young of Nepal woke up from his nightmare, sweat dripping down his forehead and his heart pounding in his chest. He groaned and covered his disfigured face with his hands, trying to shake off the remnants of the nightmare. He could feel the scars all over his face, a constant reminder of that terrible day.
Suddenly, he felt a gentle touch on his shoulder. He turned to see his beloved wife, Rani Damayanti, as she whispered softly to him. "My love, it is okay. You are safe right now and next to me, in our bedchamber, at the Surya Durbar."
Gokul looked at her, his eyes filled with gratitude. Ever since the incident, she was the only person whom he spoke face to face without his mask. "I know, Damayanti. It just felt so real. The pain...the fear...it was all there. I saw what happened to me and Lord Samal happen to our son as well."
"I know, my love. I know it was hard for you but you are not alone. I am here for you, always." The rani said, her voice soothing and steady. She smiled at her husband and kissed him on his deeply scarred forehead.
"Thank you, Damayanti." Raja Gokul nodded, taking a deep breath.
Three years ago, in 1159, the Raja of Nepal had decided to personally join the Great Raid that year with his then 13 years old son Vamadeva. Neither of them had ever been in a ship before and things started rocky right from the start for this 'father-son adventure'.
On 18 September 1159, the Nepali navy had dropped 1200 raiders and over 100 elephants on the coast of Goa. Unknown to the raiders, the Telugu Thakur Viravarmadeva of Goa was already involved in three different wars and had raised his army of 1500 local Marathi men to defend against potential upcoming invasions of his territory. The raiders, who had expected this to be like every other previous Great Raid where they launched amphibious assaults on coastal settlements and use elephants to swiftly carry the loot back to their ships without any resistance, were surprised when they came in contact with a well-prepared defense force.
The Battle of Gheria had began with the Nepali raiders launching a barrage of arrows at the thakur's army. After that, Nepali war elephants had charged towards the thakur's army, causing chaos and destruction, but the defenders had eventually managed to drive them back using their arrows and spears.
Gokul and Vamadeva, meanwhile, had been observing the ongoing battle from the deck of the largest vessel among the 14 ships of the Nepali navy. Damapati Chang Shi the Jittery of Athgarh had advised the raja and his son to stay behind at the ship for their own safety. A few other men, such as Damapati Atmanand Samal of Kamalamai, had also stayed behind with the royals and their guards.
In midst of the battle, a unit of enemy soldiers led by Thakur Viravarmadeva himself had somehow managed to climb aboard the ship without anyone noticing them. Weapons were drawn by both sides but nobody moved a muscle until Viravarmadeva ordered one of his soldiers to "cut down the Nepali raja and his son". Like a mad dog, this random Marathi warior had ran past several Nepali royal guards and ran his sword across Gokul's face multiple times before anyone could react. He had then leaped towards Vamadeva but Atmanand swiftly placed himself before the rajkumar and the Marathi man's sword struck the damapati's face instead. In the melee fighting that ensued, the Nepali royals guards eventually managed to send the thakur and his men running away but permanent damages had been done to the raja and the Lord of Kamalamai.
On land, the Battle of Gheria had raged on for hours with both sides suffering around 200 casualties. Orders were sent to the raiders to return back to the ships. The local Marathi people were seen cheering their victory as the Nepali navy sailed away with defeated raiders and a deeply scarred raja.
The Great Raid of 1159 was cancelled after the disaster at Gheria. Gokul and Atmanand both started wearing masks to hide their disfigured faces from the public. The Raja of Nepal was ever grateful to the damapati for saving his son and rewarded him with the position on the council as the steward.
"The Nagavamsi boy is outside waiting for you, dear." Rani Damayanti said to her husband, referring to the eight years old Prabhu Kalahastambha of Daksina Koasala. Four years ago, on 25 March 1158, the boy's father Vidhyadharabhanja had passed away from cancer and Raja Gokul had decided to take Kalahastambha as his ward. "Should I send him away? Shall I tell him you are not feeling well today?"
"No, I am fine now." Gokul said as he stood up and put on his mask. "The boy will be helping me in the observatory. I also need be there at Damapati Chang Shi's funeral today."
Just few days ago on 25 June 1162, Damapati Chang Shi the Jittery of Athgarh had died of stress at the age of 67. The Chinese man had served the Kingdom of Nepal well as a commander but began overworking himself once he was rewarded with the town of Athgarh for his service.
"Can we discuss our son later tonight, dear?" The rani asked just as her husband was about to leave their bedchamber. "Do you not think that it is time he got married?"
"Do you have any suggestions?" The raja stopped and asked.
"We could task the court with finding a bride for our son."
"The girl suggested by Marshal Chakra Malla was already married to someone else when we went to ask for her hand. I do not want such a fiasco to be repeated again."
"Our marriage was based on the decision of your court." Damayanti said bluntly. "It worked for us."
"That is true but we were married in a time when this kingdom did not have many powerful vassals running around with their own agendas." Gokul sighed. "I think Gopi's daughter Luniva is 13 now, just three years younger than our son. If Vamadeva does not object..."
The Raja of Nepal had a great relationship with his deceased brother-in-law Gopi Malla the Wise of Gorkha. The Wise died had passed way on 9 March 1162 at the age of 67 and been succeeded by his son Gopi II and Gokul found it difficult to trust his nephew for various reasons. It always seemed like the new head of House Malla was always scheming something and there were rumors that he was forming one faction or another against his uncle.
"We will discuss this tonight." Damayanti nodded. "You have kept the Nagavamsi boy waiting for you, dear."