Part 2 (1/2)
”And now, my companions,” he concluded, ”I have told you all that I learned during my visit to Rangoon, and how the plans are progressing.
At Wuntho the chief is ready to take up arms; the Shan States are on fire--on fire, I say--and every creek and jungle holds gallant men only waiting for the signal to rise. Our whole difficulty is money--for when was a Burman rich? I propose, however, to meet this, and to find funds by a bold stroke. You all know the treasury at Yeo.
It is thirty miles from here, and there are a hundred rupees there, all with the White Queen's head on them. Half shall be yours; the other half goes to the cause. Are you ready?”
There was a murmur of a.s.sent.
”Thank you. There is but one word more: in a week from to-day--the day of the guinea pig--you must be at Yeo. And now for the water of the oath.” He loosened a small pocketbook from his waist cloth as he said these words, and, writing a few lines on a page, tore it out. One held an earthen vessel full of water before him, and another lit a sulphur match. The Boh put the match to the paper and held it over the water, into which as it burned away the cinders fell; but when the flame got too close to his fingers to be pleasant the chief dropped the little unburned tag of paper into the water, and it went out with a splutter.
Then taking the vessel in his hands, he swore to be faithful to the men before him, and, drinking a little, handed it to Moung Sen. That worthy pledged his soul on his good faith to the a.s.sembly, and, taking his sip, pa.s.sed on the bowl. It went the round of every man there until it reached the last, who, when he too had sworn and drunken, dropped the vessel to the ground, where it broke into pieces.
This closed the chapter of the order, and the knights proceeded to disperse, each man with his long green cheroot burning in his mouth and his _dah_ tucked away over his shoulder, a grotesque amalgam of devil and the child, the like of which is not equalled anywhere in the world.
Bah Hmoay and his Little John were once more alone, and the Boh or chief turned to his subaltern with a somewhat anxious look in his eyes, and asked:
”Do you think they will be true?”
”My name means red diamond, but it ought to mean a clod,” laughed Moung Sen. ”Yes, I think they will be true, and will all be hanged for their faith, while you will end as a great man. But there is something else to do to-day.”
”Hawkshawe--true--I have not forgotten; however, we ought to be getting back,” and making for the canoe they rowed out into the open stream and then drifted down toward the town. As the priest stepped from the canoe his face a.s.sumed the severe expression of sanct.i.ty suitable to his calling; an obsequious disciple met him and opened an umbrella over his head, and he walked toward the paG.o.da or temple meeting with respectful greetings from all. He entered the gates of the paG.o.da, on either side of which grinned two colossal griffins, and, making his way through a courtyard thronged with wors.h.i.+ppers, pa.s.sed into the great hall, where a huge image of Gautama looked down upon him with calm, inquiring eyes. A tall, graceful woman stood at the foot of the idol, and as the priest approached she looked at him with something of impatience in her glance, and said, ”I have been waiting here for nearly an hour.”
”My daughter, it is patience and resignation which, united with thought, leads us to holy Nirvana.”
”Pis.h.!.+ I haven't come here to bandy words about Nirvana. Was it for this you sent Loo-ga-lay for me?”
Bah Hmoay dropped his voice to a whisper as he said, ”You are too hasty; women are always so. Follow me,” and, pa.s.sing behind the idol, he touched a door which seemed to open of its own accord, disclosing a small pa.s.sage dimly lighted by a single lamp. At the end of the pa.s.sage was a small archway, so low that it was necessary for both to stoop as they entered it, and beyond was a large hall, along whose sides a row of Gautamas or images of the Budh was arranged with military precision. The images were alternately of white and black marble, and at the extreme end lay a huge rec.u.mbent casting of the Messiah of the East. Small lozenge-shaped cuttings in the wall above let in bars of light, which fell on the dim statues and made the polished bra.s.s of the rec.u.mbent image glow as if it were red-hot. The girl leaned lightly against the arm of the huge figure, and something flashed in her hand as she did so. Bah Hmoay observed it as he pointed to the dagger, and said with a smile, ”You are very careful, Ma Mie; too careful for one so beautiful.”
There was enough in the speaker's voice to make his listener turn on him like a panther, and Father Fragrance stepped back with a hasty apology. Then he spoke in a low tone for some time, the woman all the while keeping her guarded att.i.tude. ”There,” he said at last, ”this is a good offer. Will it do?”
”I am selling my husband's honour,” she replied. ”No, it is worth a larger price.”
The priest uttered an exclamation of impatience, and moving off a few feet stooped near the foot of an idol, and picking up something from a recess there returned bearing it in his hands. He held it to the light as he approached, and Ma Mie saw that it was a bracelet of rubies, which flashed and glowed with a hundred colours. She almost gasped as she looked at it.
”Oh, how lovely!”
”Let me put it on your arm.” Bah Hmoay, suiting his action to his words, stepped back with an admiring look. ”There is nothing like this in all Pazobin,” he said. ”I will add it to my offer.”
The woman hesitated and was lost. ”It is a bargain,” she said, and the face of Father Fragrance glowed with joy. ”The new Englishman comes to dine with him to-night,” she added. ”When he is gone, I will settle all. And now I must go; I have been away too long.”
”You can go this way,” said the priest as he turned the key in a carved door toward the right, and opening it showed Ma Mie a back path that led out of the paG.o.da gardens. ”And remember, the police guard must be very weak at Yeo next Friday.”
She nodded and pa.s.sed out, and Bah Hmoay watched her down the pathway and saw her raise her arm and look at the bracelet upon it. ”Selling her husband's honour!” he laughed to himself. ”When had Hawkshawe any to sell? Those ideas of hers are, however, very expensive, and I had to take away my peace offering from this old gentleman here.” He patted the face of the idol from under whose foot he had removed the jewels. ”However, he won't miss it, and Friday evening will see me repaid and ready to buy another rag of Mr. Hawkshawe's honour.”
CHAPTER IV.
RUYS SMALLEY.
He rode toward the Dragon Gate, And blew a ringing call, A virgin knight, in armour bright, 'Twere sad to see him fall.
Ah, saints of heaven, steel his heart, And nerve his arm withal!
_Sir Amory_.