Skandagupta, King of Gujarat, sat in his throne, pondering.
Four hundred long years the Gujarati People had waited for revenge. Four hundred long years since the Chandragupta dynasty had fallen and so had the Gujarati nation. Four hundred long years since the Persians had stolen their land.
And the Gujarati people still burned with revenge. They wished to visit the wrath of Kali upon these evil, land-stealing people. They had taken away the Gujarati Land, humiliated the Gujarati people, and slaughtered the Gujarati Army. They would pay.
He smiled, tapping his fingers absently on the arm of the chair. Yes, they would pay.
*******************
Men of Gujarat! Men of India! cried Skandagupta, mounted on horseback on the banks of the Indus river. Today we begin the revenge that our people have longed for! Today we take our land back!
Soldiers of Justice! Rich valleys, massive markets, bountiful farmland, all await you in the midst of the Indus Valley! Rightfully they our ours. By right and fate they are ours! The Persians have stolen them from us, four hundred long years ago. They stole our lands, and have drawn themselves into battle, and they will regret it. Soldiers of India! I will lead you! Will you be lacking in courage or valor, when the enemy longs to destroy us all?
Their own official government has proclaimed that they will attempt to stamp us out as a nation, attempt to wreck our lives, our people, and our families! These desert nomads know nothing of civilization! They may have cities and citadels, sure enough, but they have corrupted the ideals of civilization into a cult whereby they believe they have a right to take away from others what they want!
This selfish greed of theirs cannot, no, MUST NOT, come to prevail. We will not let their greed rule India. We will let justice rule us. Soldiers of India, fight to keep your families free from greed. Fight to keep your cities free from corruption. Fight to keep Gujarat free from this threat! Fight to keep Justice ruling over India! We cannot, no we must not let this evil come to pass! Follow me, and we shall finish this threat off once and for all!
Justice for India! he cried, setting his horse off at a trot for the nearest ford. Cheering, his men followed. They would march to glory, they would march to fame.