Chapter XI

A SHREWD DIAGNOSIS

In spite of the Rani's urgent dispatch, Ahmad returned leisurely to his

house. If gravity rested on his face, his spirit was grimly elated at

the successful progress of his design upon Prasad.

"The accursed Hindu," he muttered at intervals. "He is well enmeshed in

the net God has placed in the hands of His humble servant."

Prasad expectantly awaited his host's arrival on the porch. He marked

the Mohammedan's serious aspect and begged of him the reason.

"Hath something gone amiss, good friend"? he asked anxiously.

Ahmad waved his hand indifferently, as he drew Prasad to a room apart.

"It is nothing that can be defined clearly," he returned, "but a

feeling of uneasiness caused by the Rani's capricious humor. One knows

not what to expect of her next. At the ceremony of the morning she

first insisted upon riding to the White Turret on my Arabian charger,

Akbar; and then raised her banner with her own hands. In truth,

though," he cried with a note of genuine admiration, "I cannot but own

she made a brave display of spirit. She looked as gallant a captain as

ever rode at the head of a troop. The people worship her, the nobles

prostrate themselves at her feet, even Akbar, who never yet submitted

to the caress of any mortal being, acted like a lover at the sound of

her voice, and followed the guidance of her hand as obediently as a

faithful hound. I confess I know not what to make of her."

"True, O Ahmad," acquiesced Prasad. "Thou hast in part stated my own

sentiment in regard to her. I know not what to make of the peerless

Rani. But tell me," he urged, "did she notice my absence? Did she by

word or sign indicate her feeling"?

Ahmad replied thoughtfully.

"I make no doubt the Rani marked thy absence, O Prasad, for it seems

nothing of any moment escapes her notice. But as she loveth thee, she

is far too circumspect a woman to disclose her tender sentiment in

public. A favor she may cast here and there, as in the case of this

Dost Ali; but the expression of her deeper feeling she will keep for

thy ear alone. Thou wilt doubtless hear from her in some covert manner.

She will, in turn, up-braid thee for thy negligence, and lavish upon

thee tributes of her devotion. Have patience, good friend, for it is no

boast that Ahmad Khan hath not mingled in more than one court intrigue

without learning somewhat of the devious ways of women. Thou must

control thy passion for a little."

"Patience"! exclaimed the other with every sign of impatience. "How can

I have patience when I think she may, even at this moment, be casting

her ravishing smiles upon Dost Ali."

"Ah! Dost Ali," Ahmad returned contemptuously. "Think not of him. He

is but a feather wafted to her feet to-day, and to-morrow blown by the

wind of Fate, God alone knows whither."

Prasad cast himself wearily upon a divan.

"Ahmad," he exclaimed. "Verily am I sick. I know not what it is that

ails me."

Ahmad regarded his guest with apparent concern.

"Aye," he responded, "thou dost look unwell. Thy brow is feverish.

Thou art out of humor, and hadst better see a skilful physician who

will soon set thee in order. One such as I have in mind, the worthy

doctor and astrologer, Mohurran Goshi. He hath mastered all the ancient

schools of medicine; a man of profound learning, a sure foreteller of

things about to happen."

"I beg thou wouldst send for him quickly," besought Prasad, "that he

may relieve me of the burden that seems to be crushing me to earth."

Ahmad readily complied. He summoned an attendant, by whom he dispatched

an urgent call to the astrologer.

In the meantime he regaled Prasad with the gossip of the court. He told

of the ceremony at the White Turret, referring insinuatingly to the

favor displayed toward Dost Ali, and of the Rani's varying humor.

As a consequence Prasad's restlessness and jealousy increased, in spite

of the mollifying clause which Ahmad invariably subjoined.

The jolting of a bullock cart as it rumbled along the uneven road

leading up to Ahmad's door, told of the astrologer's arrival.

Ahmad went forth to meet him alone. As soon as the astrologer had

alighted, the Mohammedan engaged him in a whispered conversation.

"Thou fully understandeth thy part, learned Astrologer," he said in

conclusion.

"Most rightly, noble Lord," the other answered obsequiously.

"Thy reward shall be greater than even thy mind can conjure, if thou

art successful in ridding Jhansi of this meddlesome interloper," Ahmad

promised. He conducted the astrologer-physician to Prasad's side.

In a bag slung over one shoulder, Mohurran Goshi carried his medicinal

pills and ointments; while in the hand of the other arm, he grasped

his calendar, and certain instruments pertaining to the occult branch

of his dual profession. He approached Prasad and felt the patient's

pulse gravely. Gravely, too, he examined Prasad's tongue, shook his

head several times significantly, and then betook himself to a seat on

the floor near by, where he absorbed his mind in a deep scrutiny of his

calendar, intermittently muttering an unintelligible jargon.

As a result he finally delivered a sage diagnosis of the case.

"It is clear, noble sir," he said, addressing Prasad, "that the origin

of your malady lies in the evil influence of an enemy working through

the affection of one upon whom your heart is set, but whose notice he

has temporarily beguiled. Most fortunate is it that you have called to

your assistance, in time, a physician-astrologer, by profound study and

long experience, well fitted to combat such designs."

Mohurran Goshi glanced craftily toward Ahmad, and gleaning that thus

far his opinion was being well received, proceeded:

"By a sure sign I can demonstrate to you, great sir, the truth of what

I affirm, that I am able to avert impending misfortune on your behalf,

restore the object of your affection to your arms, and further you in

your ambition. Soon will your sickness pass away like darkness before

the rising sun. Is it the noble Lord's pleasure that I should do this"?

Prasad had not escaped the atmosphere of superstition in which the

majority of his race had from time unknown been reared. In his

condition of mind he was more than ready to fall a victim to the wiles

of the astrologer.

"Do so," he replied. "From what you have said I feel great confidence

in your ability."

The astrologer first called for a bowl of water in which he requested

Prasad to wash his hands and forearms. Then he produced a splinter

of bone which he required his patient to hold in the water, while he

muttered in a low tone for several minutes.

The incantation over, he bade Prasad withdraw his hand from the water,

when there appeared, a little above the wrist, the blotch of a human

form impressed upon the skin by some dark stain.

The astrologer pointed to the mark on Prasad's arm with triumph.

"Behold, my Lord," he cried, "the image of thine enemy, the one who

seeks to do thee so much injury."

Both Ahmad and Prasad expressed their astonishment at what appeared to

them a miraculous display of the astrologer's skill.

"Now, my Lord," resumed Mohurran Goshi. "If it be thy pleasure that I

should foil this enemy of thine, thou hast but to give thy command."

Prasad well understood the covert allusion to a fee in advance implied

by the astrologer, and produced a handful of silver coins to secure his

valuable services.

These, the astrologer tucked safely away on his person, and then

proceeded to destroy the malign influence aiming for his patient's ruin.

From Prasad's hand he took the bone, and smeared it with an ointment,

which he declared was composed of the most precious ingredients--the

fat of a cobra, the blood of a white rat, salt, and the hoof of an

animal unknown to them. He then rubbed the blotch on Prasad's arm with

the bone for a space, again muttering unintelligibly, when lo! the

image had disappeared.

The astrologer solemnly held up the bone before his patient's eyes.

"Into this, noble sir, have I gathered the influence which causes you

so much bodily and mental anguish."

With wonder, the eyes of the two nobles gazed upon the bone fraught

with so much magic charm. Though as a Mohammedan, Ahmad affected

to scoff at the mysterious science professed by the astrologer,

his hereditary instinct at times caused him momentary qualms, when

inexplicable demonstrations of its power were afforded.

The astrologer next called for a metal tray, a seed, and a gold coin.

These produced, he placed the seed, the gold coin, and the piece of

bone together on the tray, and once more solemnly muttered incantations

over them. As Ahmad and Prasad watched intently, in a twinkling the

bone leaped into the air and disappeared.

"Thus, my Lord," cried Mohurran Goshi, "will thy trouble depart from

thee, if thou art careful to follow my directions."

Prasad breathed a deep sigh of relief as if already a great weight had

been lifted from his mind.

The astrologer then took the coin and passed it several times over his

patient's head, muttering incantations as before, and finally inserted

it in a fold of Prasad's turban. In the process it strangely changed

from the precious metal into copper, another convincing proof of the

astrologer's extraordinary power over inanimate things.

He then took the seed, and wrapping it in a sheet of paper bearing

cabalistic signs, handed it to Prasad.

"This," said he, "is to place beneath your pillow, which, with the

coin, will surely ward off a return of the evil influence. Now as to

the medicine for your body."

From his bag he drew forth several pills, compounded, he asserted, of

ground pearls, coral, and an herb of wonderful medicinal virtue, only

found with difficulty in the high altitudes of the Himalayas. These he

enjoined Prasad to take at certain intervals, setting a price upon them

that might have warranted their curative power over any ill to which

mortal flesh is heir.

"Now," said he, "it will be well for you not to leave the illustrious

Ahmad Khan's roof for some days, during which I will call to mark your

progress, but," he added insinuatingly, "if through the medium of a

discreet friend, the object of your affection could be brought to your

side, there is no doubt you would attain a speedy recovery. A slight

cloud is still suspended over your head, but with my aid, be assured,

it will be dispelled at the fitting moment."

Mohurran Goshi then gave some directions regarding the patient's

food, gathered his effects together, consigned the two nobles to the

protection of God, _salaamed_ several times before them, and went forth

to climb into his rickety bullock cart.

"A sage and skilful physician," remarked Ahmad approvingly.

"Undoubtedly," coincided Prasad. "Now that he hath assured me that the

accursed Dost Ali will be removed from my path, I feel a change for the

better."

"Did I not assure thee that with patience all would come well,"

rejoined Ahmad.

"Aye, truly, good friend; but didst thou remark the last advice of the

learned physician"? asked Prasad.

"Regarding the mission of a discreet friend"? queried Ahmad in return.

"To be sure."

"That is an easy matter," exclaimed Ahmad reassuringly. "To-morrow

when I make my report to the Rani I can prudently disclose to her thy

unhappy condition. No one, good Prasad, can for a purpose assume a more

sympathetic tone of voice, or a more pleading expression, than thy

friend the man of arms. In a moment, I warrant, the fair Rani will be

at thy side."

"Do this for me," returned Prasad in a grateful voice, "and there is

nothing thou canst not ask of me."

Ahmad vowed solemnly that it would be his chief duty on the morrow.

"And now," said he. "If thou art ordered a meagre diet, the learned

astrologer-physician said nothing against a bountiful feast for the

eyes. Let us see what the fair Ganga can do to assist us in passing a

leisure hour."

"As thou wilt," returned Prasad, evincing but little interest in his

host's suggestion. "Ganga is well enough doubtless for one whose soul

is not captivated by an incomparable form."

Ahmad glanced with the suggestion of a smile toward his guest.

"The swine," he muttered underneath his breath.

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