Pahar Singh had been long watching from the window we have before
mentioned. There were three descents from the plain above to the
village, all within his view; and there were men on each of the
bastions also, watching in all directions. He was very restless and
moody; not even the gold found in several bags which he had taken to
his private apartments--not even the large amount of booty, which had
so few light coins in it--could dispel the gloom. He had ordered all
about him to be silent, and even Amrut Rao had obeyed him as yet;
and his little daughter, who was allowed to sit in the hall when no
strangers were present, had nestled to his side, but was afraid to
speak.
Ararat Rao knew, however, by experience, that the more his master
was allowed to brood over anything in this manner, the harder it was
to rally him; and as the account of the money had been made up, he
took the paper, trimmed the lamp, and stood in an attitude to read,
unchecked by the actual distortion of the chief's face in a repressed
fury, at which even his daughter concealed herself, and cowered into a
corner, and which soon broke out in violent oaths and abuse.
Amrut Rao bent to the storm, and did not reply. After an interval he
read slowly:--
"Twenty-seven thousand two hundred and ninety-three rupees; and the
five bags of ashruffees which you took inside--how many were in them?"
"What is that to you? do you want to steal them? By the gods! you are
over-familiar to-night, Amrut Rao. Did I not bid ye all be silent, and
dare you disobey? you--dare you?" cried the chief, raising himself,
while the foam gathered upon his lips, and the veins swelled on his
forehead. "Dare you?"
"My lord," replied Amrut Rao, joining his hands, "abuse of a Brahmun,
out of a noble mouth, is sin--unfitting to hear. Be reasonable. This is
the best booty which we have seen for many a day. If we knew the total
of the ashruffees we could add it, and you could sign the day-book, and
clear away all the bags. It is getting late."
"Let it be. No, I will not sign the paper," cried Pahar Singh,
petulantly. "What need have I with wealth? he will not come now. I will
go to Kasee, Jugunath, and Raméshwur; I will give up the world; I have
committed much sin, and will have no more of it. I will---- Ha, by the
gods! there is a shot on the road," he continued, as the sharp ring
of Gopal Singh's matchlock broke the silence without: "another, and
another! and a horse's neigh, too; and there were but the three. Can it
be they, Maun Singh? speak! by your soul, speak: why are you silent?"
"Let the cloud pass from your spirit, brother: it is they, sure enough.
I would swear to Gopal's gun by its ring anywhere."
"Burn a light from the upper bastion--two! it may cheer them down the
pass. Quick!" cried the chief; "answer their signal. O Maun Singh! if
I said anything bad, forgive me, brother; but I was distraught with
care for that boy. Yes, they will see that," as the first blue light
glittered over the village. "Burn another, Ranoba--a large one!" he
called from the window to the men above; "we may even see them. By
the gods! yes, Maun Singh, there they are: the three, and a man on
horseback muffled up--a large grey horse--who can it be? Get hot water
ready, and enough for all to eat. Bring a goat to kill before him. Tell
thy mother, O daughter, to see to this; tell her they are come. How
many short rupees were there, Amrut Rao?"
"My lord, it was as I said: the Brahmuns' bellies would be empty if we
trusted to short rupees; all we could find were nine doubtful ones."
"Then, count out fifty more--stay, a hundred: will that feed them?"
"You have not told me how much gold there was, Maharaj," continued the
Karkoon pertinaciously, not noticing the gift.
"Now, a plague on thee for an obstinate fool, Amrut Rao," replied the
chief, laughing; "did I not tell thee not to speak about it?"
"The total of the silver is twenty-seven thousand two hundred and
ninety-three rupees," returned the Karkoon; "and the gold must be added
to complete the account before we retire."
"Well, then, there were five bags, and fifty Akburi mohurs in each:
will that content you? or must you see them?"
"Why couldn't you tell me this at first?" continued Amrut Rao, writing
in the account, which he spread on his left hand; "there, at twenty
rupees each, another five thousand, that makes thirty-two thousand two
hundred and ninety-three rupees. My lord ordered fifty rupees for the
dole to-morrow; it might as well be the odd ninety-three."
"Ay, take that, and the two hundred over to boot, good fellow, if thou
wilt. Here, some of you, stop him, stop my son, and kill a goat before
him at the gate; see that lights are waved over him, and the evil eye
is taken off him. Quick! there are the torches flashing in the bazar."
"I have deducted the sum, Maharaj," said the Karkoon deliberately; "now
look at the total, and put your seal to it. Thirty-two thou----"
"By Krishna! thou wouldst leave me no peace, Amrut Rao," replied the
chief; "here is the seal; seal the memorandum, and begone. Yet stay;
thou art a good fellow after all; so take a handsome doopatta, or a
pair of dhotees, out of that coin for thyself."
"Not out of the Brahmuns' bellies," retorted the Karkoon; "thank you. I
shall have plenty of gifts by-and-by. Here is your seal."
The chief might have answered angrily, had his attention not been
diverted at the moment. "Ah, here they are," he cried, looking from the
window; "they have brought the man's horse up to the steps, and are
taking him off--bound, too! Ai Purméshwar! but there must be much to
hear. Why do they delay?"
In truth they had not delayed; for several torch-bearers, stationed
at the gate, hearing the shots on the hill, had run forward in the
direction of the pass, while the retainers and others from the bazar,
crowded up to bid the young man welcome; for the anxiety in the castle
had spread over the village. So Gopal Singh and his party entered the
gates among many eager faces, lighted up by torches tossing above them,
and were welcomed by noisy shouts as the men clustered round them. Then
a bevy of village women awaited them, some bearing brass dishes filled
with mustard-seed, and small lighted lamps, which were waved over him;
others with jars of water, which were poured out before him; and, as
others joined them, there was quite a procession up to the end of the
second traverse.
Farther on, at the gate of the castle, stood a body of the household
servants and retainers, one having a naked sword, and a goat before him
bleating loudly. As Gopal Singh advanced, the sword flashed in the air,
and the headless carcase struggled convulsively as the blood spouted
over the sill and step, and trickled down towards the Lalla, who,
lifted from his horse, shuddered as he was set down among it.
Again the ceremony of having lights waved over him by some of the
women-servants was repeated; and Gopal Singh, bidding Lukshmun and the
others search the Lalla carefully and keep what was found, ascended
to the court, and was met in a warm embrace by his uncle, and led to
the window, where, being seated, all present, including Maun Singh,
advanced to salute him in turn.
"What did I say, brother?" cried Maun Singh joyfully. "I knew he would
not disappoint us. Yet thou shouldst not have gone alone, Gopal."
"Nay, but I had the hunchbacks with me, and more would have spoiled
my small hunt, which, if not so grand as thine, uncle, may yet be
important," replied the young man.
"Ah, the boy, the boy!" exclaimed the chief, stroking the young man's
face, and kissing the tips of his own fingers; "have I not brought
him up since he was the height of my knee? And I thought him lost--Ai
Bhugwân, Bhugwân! Ai Purméshwar! He is safe and well--safe and well,
O Sri Máta! My heart swells. What did I say for the Brahmuns? Never
mind now. Go, bathe and eat, my son, and we will see to everything
afterwards."
"Not before that matter is settled, father--that is, about the man I
brought with me."
"Yes, I had forgotten--certainly. Light the large lamps," cried the
chief to the attendants at the lower end of the room; "let us see what
manner of man he is. Who is he, Gopal?"
"That we have to find out, father. They thought him a spy of the
Emperor's, and he came from Aurungabad, by Bheer, to Kullianee, to the
Gosai's. He changed some bills for gold, and he has got it. I offered
escort, but was refused; so I went from Muntalla to the Burr tree at
Kinny, for we heard he was going to sleep in the Mutt at Surroori. They
were sending him on privately, father."
"Shabash! well done, son. A spy? Well, if we are true to the King's
salt, he goes no farther; and he was being sent privately! Ah, the
old foxes! Here he is--what a sight!" cried the chief, breaking into
uncontrollable laughter. "Who art thou? What have they done to thee?
Speak."
In truth the poor Lalla was a show. The order to search him had been
literally complied with, and while two stout fellows held his arms
wide apart, he was helpless to struggle. Rama and Lukshmun, who would
allow no one to touch him, had dived into every pocket, and felt every
possible place of concealment, even to the Lalla's hair, which was
loosened and hung about his shoulders. His turban had been removed and
shaken out, while one end was now fastened to his right arm. The bag of
gold, tied round his waist, his bundle of precious papers, his sword,
dagger, and waist-shawl, had all been taken from him and made into a
bundle, and the articles were deliberately counted by the hunchback
as they were deposited, one by one, in the centre of the shawl spread
out for the purpose. It was quite in vain that the Lalla entreated,
besought, struggled, or resisted by turns; the place, the rough men
around him, all forbade hope of pity, and he submitted. Finally,
Lukshmun dragging him by the end of his turban, Rama pushing him
behind, and several of the others assisting, the Lalla was brought into
the presence of the chief, where he sank down, stupidly staring about
him.
Where were all the fine speeches he had contrived, which should have
carried the chief's heart at once? All the couplets, too, from the
Bôstan that he was to have quoted?--All gone. His head was bare, his
clothes untied and hanging loosely about him; his boots removed:
and his appearance of utter helplessness, and the hopeless, piteous
expression of despair in his face, might have excited compassion in any
but the hardened men by whom he was surrounded and confronted.
"Who art thou, knave? Speak," cried the chief, sternly, again raising
his voice and checking his laughter. "Who art thou?"
"There now, make a salaam to the 'Lion of the Jungle'" (as the chief
was called among his people), said Lukshmun, raising the right hand
of the Lalla to his head, which dropped helplessly. "Ah, I see he is
ashamed, poor man, of his naked head. There, Lallajee," and he wound
the turban round his head hastily, giving it a ludicrous cock to
one side, increasing, if possible, the grotesque expression of the
features--"there now, get up and make your Tusleemât, else my lord
may be angry; and he is not exactly safe when he is," he added in a
whisper. "Get up, and don't be afraid."
But the Lalla's terror was too great, his mouth too dry to speak.
"Amān, amān!--Mercy, mercy!" was all he could gasp.
"Who art thou, knave?" cried Pahar Singh again. "Whence art thou come?
Give a good account of thyself. Let go of him, rascals!" he continued
to the men who held him; "begone all of ye."
"Maharaj," cried Lukshmun beseechingly to the chief, "here are the
Lalla's things; who will take them? Look, Rao Sahib," he continued, to
Amrut Rao, "here they are: count them. I have done with them--for the
Lion is getting savage--let me go. Beware, O Lalla! take my advice, and
tell all about yourself, else I shall have to kill you somehow. You
don't know the Maharaj as I do."
This advice, and the diversion effected by the hunchback, afforded the
Lalla a little time for the recovery of his senses; but who could have
recognized the bland, accomplished Toolsee Das, in the abject figure
before them? Hastily pressing the turban straight upon his brows, the
Lalla arose, and, as well as he could, made the ordinary Tusleemât.
"Shabash!" cried the chief. "Well done, that was never learned in the
jungle. Now speak truly, and at once, who art thou?"
"Noble sir," returned the Lalla, "I claim your protection. There has
been a mistake about my treatment. My property has been taken, and I
have been misused----"
"I misuse thee, knave?" cried Pahar Singh, his brow darkening; "who art
thou to bandy words with Pahar Singh? I have never seen thee before."
"Beware, Lallajee," said Gopal Singh; "did I not warn thee? Say who
thou art at once, or I will not answer for thee. Do not eat dirt."
"Peace, boy!" interrupted the chief angrily; "the fellow looks like a
knave--a thief--his is no honest face. Speak; or, by the gods, there
will be scant ceremony with thee!"
"My lord, my lord!" cried the Lalla piteously; "mercy, I am no thief; I
am a poor Khayet of Delhi, travelling to Beejapoor, on business of my
own--a stranger--a poor stranger."
"What business, Lalla?"
"My lord, we are merchants, and have dealings with people there for
clothes and jewels. There is a dispute about the accounts, and I have
come to settle them," said the Lalla glibly enough. It was one of the
stories he had made up by the way.
"Who are the merchants?" asked the chief.
"The Gosais of the Mutt at Kullianee, where I was yesterday; they sent
me on," replied the Lalla.
"O, hear!" cried Gopal Singh; "they knew nothing about thee, except
that thou hadst a bill on them for a thousand rupees, and the money was
given thee in gold. Is not this true? Did I not hear it myself?"
"Thou art no merchant, dog," exclaimed Pahar Singh. "Did ever merchant
make an obeisance like that? Ah, we are true testers of gold here; the
true and the false are soon found out. Who art thou? speak truly, and
fear not."
"By the shrine at Muttra, by the Holy Mother, I am what I say, a poor
Khayet, a Mutsuddee only. O noble sirs," continued the Lalla, "give me
my property, and let me go. I will seek shelter in the bazar: let me
go, for the love of your children."
"I beg to petition," interposed Lukshmun, joining his hands, "that, as
I brought him, my share of the gold be given me before he goes. I took
care of him on the road--did I not, master?"
"Silence!" roared the chief; "any one who speaks shall be flogged. Who
art thou, O liar? Mutsuddee thou art, but whose? Thy speech betrays
thee--beware!"
"I have told you, noble sir. Thakoor Das, Preym Das is the name of the
firm; my name is Toolsee Das--Lalla Toolsee Das, your slave to command.
Ask at Kullianee, and the house will be known there. I--I--am a poor
man--a stranger; who knows me?" said the Lalla, now whimpering.
"A fool, a liar art thou, throwing away life," returned Gopal Singh.
"This is the second time I have warned thee. We know thou art from the
royal camp, and a spy to Beejapoor. Speak, else----"
"And the doom of a spy is death; and thou art a liar too, and a coward
to boot. Look at him now, Gopala," said his uncle, interrupting and
pointing to the man; "look at his coward face."
The Lalla was trembling violently. His knees shook, and his teeth
chattered audibly as he shivered. He could not speak, but looked
vacantly from one to another. "I am c-o-o-ld--c-o-o-o-ld," he said
faintly; "the wet, sirs, and the long travel. Amān, amān! I am
only a merchant, let me go."
"Thou art cold! then we will warm thee," cried the chief grimly. "Yet,
speak, O Lalla, ere I give the order. We would not hurt thee without
cause--otherwise----"
"Ai Narayun! Ai Rámchunder! believe me, I am no spy. I swear by God I
am no spy," he replied earnestly.
"Bind him!" cried the chief furiously. "A liar and a spy. Make torches
of his fingers! we will soon hear the truth."