Of Maula Jatt Einthusan | The Legend

“You are a liar,” he growls. “You promised me silence. But the Natt’s horses are in my valley. So tonight, we speak their language.”

THE LEGEND OF MAULA JATT

The Natt army arrives. They do not find a frightened peasant. They find Maula standing on the dung heap, bare-chested, the gandasa glowing red from the forge fire he built in the last hour. the legend of maula jatt einthusan