In one village he was actually arrested on suspicion and brought before the police inspector of the village, who put him through a gruelling cross-examination lasting far into the night. Towards midnight Shivaji broke down and confessed his identity, but judging the inspector’s character with his usual acumen he offered him some jewels as the price of his freedom. The inspector accepted the bribe and let Shivaji go. It was a lesson that he must move
