Chaar Sahibzaade: Rise Of Banda Singh Bahadur ((link)) < 4K >

“You do not understand,” he said, spitting blood. “I am already a slave. I am the Banda —the slave of the true King. And a slave does not betray his master.”

Banda Singh grabbed the boy’s arm. “Look at the Guru’s sword!” he roared, pointing to Pothi Mai strapped to his back. “It does not retreat. It cuts. It cuts until justice is served!” chaar sahibzaade: rise of banda singh bahadur

Banda Singh felt the weight of the Guru’s kada (iron bracelet) slide onto his wrist. It was cold, but it burned. He was no longer a wandering holy man. He was the arm of the Guru’s wrath. “You do not understand,” he said, spitting blood

He found Guru Gobind Singh in the forest of Machhiwara, the great warrior-poet lying on a cot, his face etched with a sorrow so deep it had carved new lines into his skin. The Guru looked up, and their eyes met. And a slave does not betray his master

“You seek liberation, recluse?” the Guru asked, his voice a low rumble.