I was settled as a trader at Mysore, the old capital.

But when, four years ago, the tyrant destroyed that town, I, with over a hundred thousand of our religion, was forced to adopt Mohammedanism.

I was of high caste and, like many others, would have preferred death to yielding, had it not been that I had a young daughter; and for her sake I lived, and moved here from Mysore.
"I gained nothing by my sin.

I was one of the wealthiest traders in the whole city, and I had been here but a month when Tippoo's soldiers burst in one day.

My daughter was carried off to the Tiger's harem, and I was threatened with torture, unless I divulged the hiding place of my money.
"It was useless to resist.