The ambassador's family, with whom Tara had received protection, had
arrived at Pertâbgurh the day before the events related in the last
chapter. At Wye some traces of her mother's family, the Durpeys, had
been found, but they were now residing at or near Poona: it would
require several days to communicate with them; and a much longer period
for them, or any one of them, to come for Tara and take her away.
Meanwhile, therefore, there was no resource but to stay where she was,
and to endure, what was daily becoming more and more insupportable.
Personally, Govind Rao, the Envoy, was kind to her, and continually
renewed his offers of assistance and protection; but from his sister,
the widow Pudma Bye, Tara had to endure insult and ill-usage, from
which the Envoy's wife was unable to save her. Few, indeed, in the
house, chose to risk the bitterness of Pudma's tongue, or the virulence
of her spite. Her brother even feared her, and avoided her as much as
possible.
So she employed herself in ascetic penances and religious exercises,
fasted long and often, and mortified herself in various ingenious ways,
with a view to establishing a character for sanctity which should make
her famous. As might be supposed, she, the general distributor of the
family alms, had many friends among the priestly Brahmuns, who attended
the house and partook of her brother's charity; and it was an object
with many, by flattering her vanity, to make those alms as large as
possible, and to induce her to undertake ceremonies which could not be
performed without priestly aid, and, necessarily, money.
The chief of these priests was one Wittul Shastree, an elderly man
of grave aspect, but with a hard expression of countenance, which
might proceed from austerity or avarice, or both combined. He was the
agent or commissary of the prince superior of the Brahmuns of the
province, and held authority sufficient for the disposal of cases of
heretical error, misconduct as to caste affairs, and other matters of
religious discipline. On grave occasions of ceremony he directed these
proceedings, and, in virtue of his office, was in proportion feared by
all who might by any possibility come under his influence or power.
Tara's presence in the family could not be kept a secret. The fact
of a widow existing there who wore silken garments and jewels, and
who had not her head shaved, was an infringement of caste discipline
which required prompt investigation; and as the Envoy arrived at the
fort, the Shastree betook himself to Pudma Bye, as well to receive the
donations which were his due since she had been absent, as to make
inquiry.
The Envoy himself was absent at the Rajah's Kuchéri. Amba Bye was busy
arranging her house after her long absence, and Tara was assisting
her with an alacrity and intelligence which at once surprised and
gratified her. On her own part, the worthy good-natured dame was not
slow in evincing warm affection: which had arisen out of the helpless
condition of Tara on the one hand, and the loving confidence which she
had displayed on the first evening of their companionship.
Ah! it was a cruel struggle for the poor girl. Perhaps we, who belong
to another creed and faith, can hardly estimate it. And yet the springs
and motives of human action have parallels so close everywhere, that we
can at least follow the events which had to be endured, alike without
aid, and without sympathy.
Poor Tara! could she deny herself the secret contemplation of the
noble youth who, she knew, was her lover? Could she forget the sweet
companionship of Zyna, the rough but loving caresses of the Khan's
wife, and the hearty greeting of the Khan himself? Alas, no! it was
impossible, and yet all these were in direct antagonism with her own
creed, with the people of her own faith. What had she been taught
to believe, but that Brahmuns were the gods of the earth--divine
emanations, incapable of sin, and only resting here for a while in
expiation of the errors of former births, till they were absorbed again
into divinity, as a drop of rain-water in the sea, or as the sparks
falling back into the fire!
She herself was a Brahmun of the highest rank and caste: the very
idea of a Mussulman should have been abhorrent and repellant to her.
Was it so? Alas, no! She, an orphan as she believed herself, had felt
her sorrow soothed, and her honour powerfully protected: she had been
received into loving communion with a noble family: she could not help
contrasting their soft polished manners with the rude homely speech and
rough demeanour of those with whom she now was--far ruder among those
mountains, than even among the people of her own town.
Again, and far above all, that portion of the old old story which she
had heard and believed, when she knew herself to be beloved, would not
be forgotten. It lay at her heart, rankling sometimes and chafing,
because so impossible--and again was remembered in a sweet confidence
which, though more impossible, was yet inexpressibly soothing. "He will
remember me--he now thinks of me," she would say to herself in the
lonely night, when ofttimes a bitter cry was rung from her, which no
one knew of; "and he would take me away if he could--ah yes! he would
have done it--if he could."
From the first moment antipathy was conceived against Tara by Pudma
Bye, that virtuous lady had continued to brood over it with increasing
dislike to her. She had tried to excite in her brother abhorrence for
Tara's condition; and, failing that, in Amba Bye, with whom she had as
little success. Both believed Tara to be a priestess of the goddess
whom they feared. The Envoy had tested her knowledge of sacred books,
which was nearly equal to his own, for he did not pretend, he said,
to be a scholar; and in several disputations with other Brahmuns who,
attracted by the news of Tara's learning, had come to hear her read
and recite what she knew, she had acquitted herself with favourable
impressions upon all. But the woman's hatred of the girl's beauty, and
her ascetic austerity, which would have made Tara like herself, could
not be controlled; and, under the influence of the Shastree, was likely
to have full scope.
But Wittul Shastree could not restrain himself; and, unable to get
speech of the master and mistress of the house, Pudma Bye was resorted
to--a willing communicator of all that she herself thought, all that
she had said and argued, and all that she had heard of Tara's sojourn
with the impure Mussulmans. As for herself, she did not, she said,
believe Tara's story of Moro Trimmul's outrage; she, on the contrary,
believed what he said, that it was a meritorious attempt to withdraw
her from a scandalous position--scandalous alike to herself and to the
faith.
The Shastree's mind was at once made up as to his course. There had
been several offensive stories current in regard to young widows
lately, and not without reason: and they had escaped his punishment.
This at least was sure--the Envoy dare not deny, and could not evade
his power; and if Tara appealed to the Rajah himself, it would be on a
point of caste discipline with which he--Rajah though he was--would not
dare to interfere.
"Let us hear her first," he said to the lady, as, having listened to
Pudma Bye's account of Tara, he sat in the outer verandah of the house
the morning after their arrival, while Tara was within; "wilt thou call
her, daughter? we should not judge unheard."
Poor Tara's heart failed her sadly when Pudma called her. She clung
to Amba Bye instinctively, trembling as she saw the priest sitting
without, and protested against meeting him. "He is a stranger to me;
what have I to do with him?" she said. "Let me go away. I am not his to
be questioned, but the Mother's at Tooljapoor."
"Go," whispered Amba Bye to her; "he is all-powerful here,--over the
Rajah, over my husband, over all. Go, tell him the truth. I will not
leave thee. Go, Tara."
"Wilt thou now screen her, sister?" cried Pudma Bye, in a shrill
voice, and stretching out her bare skinny arms to Tara. "Is her
shame to be our shame--we that have no spot or stain upon us?
If thou art bewitched, I, that perform the nine penances daily,
should not be exposed to this! Come, girl! it is pollution to touch
thee--nevertheless, come, else I will drag thee to him."
"Go!" cried Amba, frightened at the other's voice of threat and scorn
combined, of which she had had long and sad experience in the house.
"I dare not keep thee now,--she is terrible. Go, Tara, and answer what
they ask thee. Say the truth and the Mother will hear thee. O, that my
lord were here! O, that he were here!" and she sat down, sobbing and
wringing her hands helplessly.
"Come," cried Pudma, as, seizing Tara by the arm, she pulled her
forward. "Art thou a child, to be ashamed,--thou that art a Moorlee?"
Tara's limbs trembled so that she could hardly move.
"Ah, Mother," she prayed silently, "I am not false to thee yet; let me
not be tried more than I can bear. I will go, even to death, but not to
shame. O Mother, not to shame! Let me go, lady," she continued to Pudma
Bye, "I will follow thee."
She did so, and, bending down submissively before the priest, stood up
with her hands joined in an attitude of supplication. For a moment the
stern man's features relaxed into an expression almost of kindness,
certainly of extreme interest. The youth of the girl, her gentle grace,
the sad but beautiful expression of her face--above all, its purity of
expression--sent conviction to his heart that there was no room for
calumny, none even for suspicion.
Pudma saw the hesitation, and, herself resolute, resumed rapidly and
passionately--
"Is that a figure to be a widow and a priestess--that thing with a
golden zone, and necklaces and ear-rings, and a silken garment like a
harlot? Is that a widow who daily combs her hair, braids it, puts sweet
flowers and oils into it, decking it for a lover? O Shastree, is that
what a virtuous widow should be? Is that a condition of penance and
austere privation whereby to inherit life eternal?"
The Shastree's features changed rapidly. "It cannot be," he said; "such
adornment and beauty is not of a virtuous woman. Now I believe thee,
sister, and thy brother must be spoken to. He cannot keep a thing so
offensive in his house, and be among us."
"Hear me, my lord," said Tara, appealing to him piteously. "I am
pure--I have done no evil--I am an orphan and a Moorlee, but not as
others; such as I am, the holy Bhartee Swâmi, whom I have served
hitherto, hath made me. Write to him if you will----"
"What is this?" said Govind Rao, who entered at the moment,
interrupting her; "what art thou asking of her, friend? Let her alone;
she is my care."
"Look," returned the other, rising, "if thou art satisfied to have one
like that remaining in thy house, the Swâmi must know of it, and there
will be a fine, and shame will come to thee among the council. If she
be a widow, let her be treated as widows should be. If----"
"If I am a Moorlee of the goddess, as ye call me," said Tara,
interposing, "I am already shameless in your eyes, and no widow: let me
go. No Moorlee is asked what she does, or what she wears. The Mother
will not have those near her who are disfigured, and I cannot break the
vow I have made to her; she would destroy me."
Panting and excited, flushed with the desperation of her speech, Tara
stood erect, with her eyes flashing, her glowing beauty exciting the
involuntary admiration of the men, and the virulent hatred of the woman
who sat with them.
"See, brother!" cried Pudma Bye, "look at the witch--look at her
glowing eyes. It was by these shameless eyes that she won men's hearts
at Tooljapoor. Beware! beware of yourselves, lest ye too fall! Ah!"
she continued with a scream, "put her away--kill her; but let her not
go--Brahmun as she is--to the cow-slayers!"
"Peace," said her brother; "why this spite, Pudma? what hath she done
to thee? Peace, and begone to the inner rooms. Begone!" he cried in a
louder tone, and stamping his foot, "begone! Dost thou not hear?"
"I hear," she replied doggedly; "but I will not go, unless the Shastree
bid me. Choose now between us: send me out of thy house to thy shame,
and keep her, to thy worse shame; or send her away. There can be no
compromise between good and evil, shame and dishonour."
"She speaks truly, friend," said the Shastree mildly. "It must be done.
How do we know she is a priestess?"
Tara had not entirely lost the presence of mind which she naturally
possessed, though she found it failing rapidly. "Put me to the proof,"
she said quickly,--"the proof. If there be a temple of the Mother's
here, let me sit in it before her a night and a day--haply she may come
to her child, as she did at Tooljapoor. Ye can watch me too, there.
If she come not--then she hath abandoned me, and ye can kill me if ye
please, sirs; better ye did so, for I am indeed friendless."
"Not so," cried the widow; "thou hast friends, Tara, many and
powerful--myself the greatest of all; but--not as thou art. Choose!"
"I have chosen, lady," said the girl sadly. "Take me to the temple
now--even now,--and leave me there. A vessel of water is enough, and
a woman to watch me at night, if ye will not watch yourselves. I have
already eaten, and want no food. I would go to the Mother."
"It is some device, brother," said Pudma suspiciously; "some device to
fly, to escape, or----"
He smiled and shook his head. "It requires a braver heart than a
girl's to face the mountain-paths alone at night among the bears and
the panthers, sister, and nought but a bird could escape down the
precipices. Why these unjust suspicions? Art thou ready, Tara? If
so, follow me, and thou too, Shastree; we will settle this matter at
once. There is no one now in the Rajah's temple. He has already paid
his devotions, and is preparing to meet the Khan. Come, the ordinary
priests are there, and there is no fear of her. Come, Tara, fear not.
If thou art true, the Mother will defend thee. Dost thou trust her,
girl?"
"Take me to her," she replied. "I have no refuge but with her. I am
ready." Then she turned to embrace Amba Bye, who now entered sobbing,
and fell upon her neck.
"I will come to thee by-and-by," she whispered. "It is but a step, and
I will watch with thee at night. I have a vow to pay to the Mother. Go
with my husband."
We know the place already. It was where Sivaji's mother had sat. A few
words to the attendant priest by Govind Rao and the Shastree, explained
the ordeal to which Tara had voluntarily subjected herself, and she was
permitted to approach the shrine and make her obeisance and offerings.
They watched her, and saw that she did her office as one used to the
duty; and when it was finished, she went before the shrine, sat down,
and began to chant the morning hymn of the goddess in low and sweet
tones, rocking herself to and fro.
"There can be no doubt of this, Shastree," said Govind Rao,--"she is
what she tells us."
"She may be," he replied, "but till the goddess comes into her and
speaks by her mouth, she may not be fully believed. Let us leave her,"
and they went.
Tara grew absorbed in her devotion: she noticed no one. By-and-by a
gun was fired from a tower near her, and four others followed. Then
a pause ensued, and the priest fed the lamps with fresh oil, tinkled
the bell on the shrine, and poured libations to the image, renewing
these ceremonies with much earnestness. Tara scarcely noticed them,
for though it was broad noonday without, it was dusk within the closed
vestibule. By-and-by a girl, bearing a tray of lighted lamps, and
garlands of flowers, entered, but so that her face could not be seen,
and, delivering some to the priest, began a ceremony herself, which was
strangely familiar; and as Tara turned her head for an instant, she saw
that it was Gunga, and that she herself was recognized.
Gunga clapped her hands with joy. "At last," she cried excitedly, "at
last! See, I am worshipping for the victory which he has gained by this
time. Hush! thou wilt see Zyna here presently. Moro will bring her
captive; then there will be three with him--I, and thou, and she. Ha,
ha, ha! a merry three, girl. Dost thou hear, O Tara?" But some strange
chill had struck at Tara's heart, and, sinking down on the floor, for a
time she was insensible.