Part 6 (1/2)

”Think of it, at least, Roshan,” she said, ”and remember that it is not as if the girl were a real _mem_. Pidar Narayan, for all he is so clever, was put to it to find a husband for the mother, the baptized baby! He took a poor creature from Martin's school at Lucknow, at last, who could not even speak English like a _Huzoor_--”

”Because he was Italian and a Catholic,” put in Roshan, then shrugged his shoulders impatiently. ”But thou canst not understand. 'Tis impossible! Dreams, grandmother, dreams!”

”Dreams come true even when forgotten, and torchbearers never see their own way,” retorted the old lady, ending the discussion with proverbial wisdom as a clincher. ”So think of it, since thoughts cost nothing, and tell no tales.”

Roshan felt as if they did the former at any rate, as he strode back toward the fort, telling himself he would feel better when he had on his uniform once more. This was his _metier_, not marriage. The best soldiers, the really great soldiers--he paused, the knowledge that he could never rise to real greatness coming to make him clinch his right hand as if on his sword-hilt. The tempest of revolt which swept through him left him dazed, for he had reasoned the matter out with himself thoroughly, and thought he had accepted the situation, thought that he had realized that his dignity in the regiment under the present system went side by side, and not behind, that of the English officers. Yet here he was at the mercy of something too strong for acquired wisdom.

He walked on faster to escape into a more wholesome environment, and by sheer force of will succeeded in driving away all thought of the past interview save a triviality. That was the remembrance that her name was Laila, his Roshan. Light and Darkness, Day and Night. A fate indeed.

As he pa.s.sed into the courtyard, however, on his way to the door in the river bastion, a group in its centre, round the old gun, brought his attention back to realities, and he went towards it, his slipper-shod feet making no martial clank, this time, on the union-jack of raised paths. The group consisted of half a dozen or so of men listening to something which was being declaimed, with much gesticulation, by an ash-smeared _jogi_, whose wide-pierced ears, distended by conch-sh.e.l.l rings, and transverse bar of white on his forehead, showed him to belong to the sect which claims to have transcendental powers.

Apparently he had been making the claim, for a young man, whose costume smacked of Western culture, and whose face was acute, litigious, interrupted him impatiently.

”Yea, yea; possibly thou couldst come over the obstruction, Gorakh-nath-_jee_; but the question is whether the obstruction be legal. Is it not so, Lala Ramanund?”

Lala Ramanund, whose dress was even more Western, and who had a certain air of distinction, due, evidently, to position, a.s.sented; adding, as a rider, and with some contempt, that at present they had only _jogi_ Gorakh-nath's word that any interference was intended.

Gorakh-nath, a tall, muscular man, naked save for his gra.s.s-rope girdle, his wild hair twined and twisted to a tiara, his wild, half-insane eyes telling of drugs, shot a glance of absolute defiance at Ramanund. ”Thy name, _pundit-jee_, is not likely to give friendly witness to mine,” he began, alluding to the fact that they were respectively called after the founders of their absolutely antagonistic sects, ”and yet methinks thou couldst, seeing--”

Here Dya Ram, the first speaker, alarmed in his lawyer's soul at the militant tone of the _jogi_, suggested hastily that they might inquire, say at the gate; or stay! there was the _risaldar_ coming; he must know.

Once more, as he listened to the question put to him, the expression of his race and creed came to Roshan's face, hiding its culture.

”Of a certainty!” he replied haughtily. ”The gun belongs to the Fort.

It is not to be used as a shelter for--for saints!” His contempt was palpable.

”I deny your premise,” put in Dya Ram eagerly. ”The gun is the people's by prescriptive right. I can use it if I choose. The Government professes neutrality; therefore, no one has a right to interfere with my religion.”

Roshan's face was a study. ”Lo! Dya Ram, for thou art my old cla.s.s-fellow surely, hast gone back to the old beliefs since the days when thou didst sign thyself at the end of thy essays, and in thy books, 'Dya Ram, Agnostic'?”

Dya Ram gave an uneasy cough. ”It is a question of legality--” he began.

”And of money also,” put in a new voice cringingly. ”The pilgrims come hither to see the saint, and then bathe. But if there is no saint, many will not come, and I, who have my right on the steps as marker of the caste marks--”

”Right!” echoed the Mahomedan curtly. ”Have a care, caste-marker, lest we do not claim the courtyard also.”

Here Ramanund, who had hitherto listened indifferently, took up the cudgels. ”That can scarcely be, _risaldar-sahib_,” he said; ”our pious folk have come hither to perform their offices since time began.”

Gorakh-nath turned on him at once. ”Not so, _Vaishnava!_” he said.

”Thou and thine know naught of the Beginning of Things. Come to us and Holy s.h.i.+v-_jee_ for that! Thou art as far from the great wisdom as he”--here he pointed wildly to Roshan--”yea! further, despite thy pretence of purity! Despite thy hunger yesterday when, returning to thy lost faith, thou didst come here to eat as the twice-born should, and a shadow fell upon thy food! Despite thy deafness to this world just now,”--here he laughed jeeringly,--”which kept thee back from bearing witness to my truth, to the truth of s.h.i.+v-_jee's_ servant!”

Dya Ram looked at him, then at Ramanund perplexedly. ”What means he?”

he said aside. ”Didst thou really come hither?”

”My wife was dying,” replied Ramanund in a low, rapid undertone, ”and I--you understand--there--there is nothing certain, you see--and any chance--one goes back at such times--” he broke off almost desperately in his confession.

Dya Ram, who had signed himself Agnostic, nodded. He understood what it was to be rudderless in a familiar current, and came to the rescue of his friend's consistency by a.s.serting that any such decision regarding the gun, if one had been made, would certainly be disputed. That he and his--though they demurred to its being counted against them for faith in the wors.h.i.+pping of mere matter--would, if necessary, carry the case to the High Court.