Besant, Annie Wood: Wake up, India: a plea for social reform (Adyar, India , Krotona [i.e. Los Angeles], 1913)

up the little baby-chief and threw him into
a basket lying there, covered him over with
fruit and vegetables, put the basket on the head
of a barber telling him that the basket should be
carried outside the fort to wait for her; she snatched
up the cap of the prince and the belt of the prince
and put them on her own baby-son, placed him in the
cradle where the baby-prince should lie ; and as the
murderer appeared and asked for the prince, she
could not say where the Eana was, she could not
speak, her voice failed, but she pointed to the cradle
where her own treasured child was lying, and stood
there whilst her son died that the prince might live ;
then she went out to meet the barber, took the child
to a safe place and left him there, lest her presence
should bring suspicion on those who gave him shelter.
It was gallant to die, gallant to be willing to give up
life for honour, but still greater, I think, the heroism
of the woman who gave up her only child to save her
prince, and then even surrendered her foster-child,
lest her presence should bring suspicion on the babe.

Those are Indian women. Can you doubt that
heroism is in their blood, and is part of their very
nature ? Think of TarS Bai. Because her father had
no son to train as heir and prince, she trained herself
in all warlike exercises and athletics. Think how she
held herself up as prize, as wife, for the man who
would fight for her father's throne and win back the
kingdom he had lost. Think of the wonderful Chand