Lucy Moore
Our Man in Ajmer
Courting India: England, Mughal India and the Origins of Empire
By Nandini Das
Bloomsbury 480pp £30
Pity Sir Thomas Roe. He was sent to India in February 1615 by James I as the first English ambassador to the fabulously glamorous Mughal court – a privilege and an extraordinary opportunity, one might think. But diplomats in the 17th century, in Europe at least, were woefully underpaid and were expected to make up any shortfall out of their own pockets in anticipation of a refund on their return. The amount reimbursed was at the whim of the monarch, who might be grateful for their years of travail but might just as easily be disappointed or no longer interested. It is a measure of their unrealistic expectations that the East India Company, formed only fifteen years before Roe set off on the hazardous six-month voyage to India and partial sponsors of his expedition, imagined that the ‘Grand Mogore’ might be persuaded to give Roe an allowance, enabling him to return their investment in him.
Roe’s mission on behalf of the king and the East India Company was to establish a special relationship with the Mughals, who were already dealing with Portuguese and Dutch merchantmen. After he and his small team landed in Surat, on the Gujarati coast, they made their way north to Ajmer, where Emperor Jahangir and his court were based. Roe was already ill with what he called a ‘bloody flux’, some kind of dysentery he struggled with throughout his four years in India, but he managed to rally sufficiently to be presented formally to Jahangir in January 1616. Roe wrote home saying that he had been received with more favour than had been shown to any ambassador ever before, but he must have known this was untrue.
If his lukewarm reception hadn’t made it clear, his subsequent treatment would underline to Roe just how inadequate and irrelevant his embassy was. Neighbouring rulers regularly sent Jahangir elephants caparisoned in gold and silver, dozens of richly saddled horses, dazzling gold and enamel boxes, cups, daggers, aigrettes, jewels the size of pigeon’s eggs and sumptuous textiles. Roe’s showpiece present, a carved and gilded English coach, had partially disintegrated on the long sea journey. Jahangir received the warped, tarnished carriage with its tattered curtains and upholstery with his usual exquisite politeness, but later Roe heard that he had wondered ‘whether the King of England were a great kyng, that sent presents of so small valewe’.
Roe’s measly resources made him even more determined to present an image of dignity and strength to his hosts. He refused to prostrate himself before the emperor and, to his own disadvantage, refused to learn Urdu. Unsurprisingly, he found it frustratingly hard to get the emperor or anyone else to talk about expanding the English presence in India.
Just before leaving, after four years of efforts to engage with the Mughal regime, he was granted the concession that would enable the East India Company to establish its foothold in India. Jahangir’s consort, Nur Jahan, who from her position in the royal zenana wielded immense power, gave the English permission to establish the base in Calcutta that would become the heart of the East India Company a hundred years later. Typically, Roe had no idea that his diplomatic victory was actually a move in a complex game of political chess being played by Nur Jahan with her rival and stepson, Shah Jahan. It marked the inauguration of the long and complicated relationship between England, the East India Company and the subcontinent, whose riches its members eyed so covetously.
As Nandini Das, author of Courting India, observes, ‘if there is one thing that following Roe in India illuminates, it is the messiness of human experience.’ None of his time there went especially well. Roe was stuck somewhere he didn’t really want to be, playing a high-stakes game he didn’t properly understand in the hope that it would guarantee his future somewhere else. Yet out of all this Das has constructed an utterly absorbing narrative in which she traces Roe’s education in diplomatic patience, compares the nature of power at the Mughal and Jacobean courts and explores the first shoots of what would grow into the Raj.
What makes Das’s account of Roe’s experiences in India so fascinating is the depth of her research. She has mined the East India Company archives, which contain Roe’s and all his colleagues’ letters (the East India Company insisted on paperwork for everything), as well as Portuguese, Spanish, Dutch and, particularly, Mughal sources, to present Roe’s four years in the round. Revealingly, for example, there is no mention in any Mughal source, including Jahangir’s almost daily diary, of Roe being presented at Ajmer: his arrival there, and indeed his entire mission, were barely registered by his hosts.
Das is especially good on the points of connection between Roe and the people he encountered, even as Roe tried to hold himself aloof from them. Although there was a gulf in levels of civilisation between Roe’s uncouth, drunken, often violent English companions and their cultured hosts, both the Jacobean and the Mughal courts were obsessed with ritualised present-giving, gambling and the display of power; the leaders of both were also prone to debilitating alcohol abuse. Like the early Stuart monarchs, Jahangir was a discerning and passionate patron of the arts. When Roe showed him an exquisite Isaac Oliver miniature that he owned (so precious to him that he would not give it up), Jahangir promptly had it reproduced so well that it is said Roe could not tell the original from the copies.
Roe may not have appeared in Jahangir’s diary but he can probably be glimpsed in a 1616 miniature, Jahangir Investing a Courtier with a Robe of Honour. Among the crowd of turbaned courtiers is one hatless figure holding a book, identifiable as a foreigner from his European outfit – despite monsoons and debilitating heat, Roe always refused to wear ‘native’ clothes. Like this anonymous artist, Das has portrayed Roe and the unfamiliar world of the Mughal court in which he found himself with the piercing detail of a miniature painted with the finest squirrel-hair brush.
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