首页 >出版文学> The Works of Rudyard Kipling One>第76章
  Itwasabroken-linkHandicapwithavengeanceItbrokenearlyallthemenconcerned,andnearlybroketheheartofShackles’owner。
  HewentdowntointerviewBruntTheboylay,lividandgaspingwithfright,wherehehadtumbledoffThesinoflosingtheraceneverseemedtostrikehimAllheknewwasthatWhalleyhad“called“him,thatthe“call“wasawarning;and,werehecutintwoforit,hewouldnevergetupagainHisnervehadgonealtogether,andheonlyaskedhismastertogivehimagoodthrashing,andlethimgoHewasfitfornothing,hesaidHegothisdismissal,andcreptuptothepaddock,whiteaschalk,withbluelips,hiskneesgivingwayunderhimPeoplesaidnastythingsinthepaddock;
  butBruntneverheededHechangedintotweeds,tookhisstickandwentdowntheroad,stillshakingwithfright,andmutteringoverandoveragain:——“Godha’mercy,I’mdonefor!”Tothebestofmyknowledgeandbeliefhespokethetruth。
  SonowyouknowhowtheBroken-LinkHandicapwasrunandwonOfcourseyoudon’tbelieveitYouwouldcreditanythingaboutRussia’sdesignsonIndia,ortherecommendationsoftheCurrencyCommission;butalittlebitofsoberfactismorethanyoucanstand!
  BEYONDTHEPALE。
  “LoveheedsnotcastenorsleepabrokenbedIwentinsearchofloveandlostmyself。”
  HinduProverb。
  Amanshould,whateverhappens,keeptohisowncaste,raceandbreedLettheWhitegototheWhiteandtheBlacktotheBlack。
  Then,whatevertroublefallsisintheordinarycourseofthings——
  neithersudden,alien,norunexpected。
  Thisisthestoryofamanwhowilfullysteppedbeyondthesafelimitsofdecentevery-daysociety,andpaidforitheavily。
  Heknewtoomuchinthefirstinstance;andhesawtoomuchinthesecondHetooktoodeepaninterestinnativelife;buthewillneverdosoagain。
  DeepawayintheheartoftheCity,behindJithaMegji’sbustee,liesAmirNath’sGully,whichendsinadead-wallpiercedbyonegratedwindowAttheheadoftheGullyisabigcow-byre,andthewallsoneithersideoftheGullyarewithoutwindowsNeitherSuchetSinghnorGaurChandapprovedoftheirwomen-folklookingintotheworldIfDurgaCharanhadbeenoftheiropinion,hewouldhavebeenahappiermanto-day,andlittleBiessawouldhavebeenabletokneadherownbreadHerroomlookedoutthroughthegratedwindowintothenarrowdarkGullywherethesunnevercameandwherethebuffaloeswallowedintheblueslimeShewasawidow,aboutfifteenyearsold,andsheprayedtheGods,dayandnight,tosendheralover;forshedidnotapproveoflivingalone。
  Onedaytheman——Trejagohisnamewas——cameintoAmirNath’sGullyonanaimlesswandering;and,afterhehadpassedthebuffaloes,stumbledoverabigheapofcattlefood。
  ThenhesawthattheGullyendedinatrap,andheardalittlelaughfrombehindthegratedwindowItwasaprettylittlelaugh,andTrejago,knowingthat,forallpracticalpurposes,theoldArabianNightsaregoodguides,wentforwardtothewindow,andwhisperedthatverseof“TheLoveSongofHarDyal“whichbegins:
  CanamanstanduprightinthefaceofthenakedSun;
  oraLoverinthePresenceofhisBeloved?
  Ifmyfeetfailme,OHeartofmyHeart,amItoblame,beingblindedbytheglimpseofyourbeauty?
  Therecamethefainttchinksofawoman’sbraceletsfrombehindthegrating,andalittlevoicewentonwiththesongatthefifthverse:
  Alas!alas!CantheMoontelltheLotusofherlovewhentheGateofHeavenisshutandthecloudsgatherfortherains?
  TheyhavetakenmyBeloved,anddrivenherwiththepack-horsestotheNorth。
  Thereareironchainsonthefeetthatweresetonmyheart。
  Calltothebowmantomakeready——
  Thevoicestoppedsuddenly,andTrejagowalkedoutofAmirNath’sGully,wonderingwhointheworldcouldhavecapped“TheLoveSongofHarDyal“soneatly。
  Nextmorning,ashewasdrivingtotheoffice,anoldwomanthrewapacketintohisdog-cartInthepacketwasthehalfofabrokenglassbangle,oneflowerofthebloodreddhak,apinchofbhusaorcattle-food,andelevencardamomsThatpacketwasaletter——notaclumsycompromisingletter,butaninnocent,unintelligiblelover’sepistle。
  Trejagoknewfartoomuchaboutthesethings,asIhavesaidNoEnglishmanshouldbeabletotranslateobject-lettersButTrejagospreadallthetriflesonthelidofhisoffice-boxandbegantopuzzlethemout。
  Abrokenglass-banglestandsforaHinduwidowallIndiaover;
  because,whenherhusbanddiesawoman’sbraceletsarebrokenonherwristsTrejagosawthemeaningofthelittlebitoftheglass。
  Theflowerofthedhakmeansdiversely“desire。”“come。”“write。”
  or“danger。”accordingtotheotherthingswithitOnecardamommeans“jealousy;“butwhenanyarticleisduplicatedinanobject-letter,itlosesitssymbolicmeaningandstandsmerelyforoneofanumberindicatingtime,or,ifincense,curds,orsaffronbesentalso,placeThemessageranthen:——“Awidowdhakflowerandbhusa——ateleveno’clock。”ThepinchofbhusaenlightenedTrejagoHesaw——
  thiskindofletterleavesmuchtoinstinctiveknowledge——thatthebhusareferredtothebigheapofcattle-foodoverwhichhehadfalleninAmirNath’sGully,andthatthemessagemustcomefromthepersonbehindthegrating;shebeingawidowSothemessageranthen:——“Awidow,intheGullyinwhichistheheapofbhusa,desiresyoutocomeateleveno’clock。”
  TrejagothrewalltherubbishintothefireplaceandlaughedHeknewthatmenintheEastdonotmakeloveunderwindowsatelevenintheforenoon,nordowomenfixappointmentsaweekinadvance。
  Sohewent,thatverynightateleven,intoAmirNath’sGully,cladinaboorka,whichcloaksamanaswellasawomanDirectlythegongsintheCitymadethehour,thelittlevoicebehindthegratingtookup“TheLoveSongofHarDyal“attheversewherethePanthangirlcallsuponHarDyaltoreturnThesongisreallyprettyintheVernacularInEnglishyoumissthewailofitItrunssomethinglikethis:——
  Aloneuponthehousetops,totheNorthIturnandwatchthelightninginthesky,——
  TheglamourofthyfootstepsintheNorth,Comebacktome,Beloved,orIdie!
  BelowmyfeetthestillbazarislaidFar,farbelowthewearycamelslie,——
  Thecamelsandthecaptivesofthyraid,Comebacktome,Beloved,orIdie!
  Myfather’swifeisoldandharshwithyears,Anddrudgeofallmyfather’shouseamI——
  Mybreadissorrowandmydrinkistears,Comebacktome,Beloved,orIdie!
  Asthesongstopped,Trejagosteppedupunderthegratingandwhispered:——“Iamhere。”
  Bisesawasgoodtolookupon。
  Thatnightwasthebeginningofmanystrangethings,andofadoublelifesowildthatTrejagoto-daysometimeswondersifitwerenotalladreamBisesaorheroldhandmaidenwhohadthrowntheobject-letterhaddetachedtheheavygratingfromthebrick-workofthewall;sothatthewindowslidinside,leavingonlyasquareofrawmasonry,intowhichanactivemanmightclimb。
  Intheday-time,Trejagodrovethroughhisroutineofoffice-work,orputonhiscalling-clothesandcalledontheladiesoftheStation;wonderinghowlongtheywouldknowhimiftheyknewofpoorlittleBisesaAtnight,whenalltheCitywasstill,camethewalkundertheevil-smellingboorka,thepatrolthroughJithaMegji’sbustee,thequickturnintoAmirNath’sGullybetweenthesleepingcattleandthedeadwalls,andthen,lastofall,Bisesa,andthedeep,evenbreathingoftheoldwomanwhosleptoutsidethedoorofthebarelittleroomthatDurgaCharanallottedtohissister’sdaughterWhoorwhatDurgaCharanwas,Trejagoneverinquired;andwhyintheworldhewasnotdiscoveredandknifedneveroccurredtohimtillhismadnesswasover,andBisesaButthiscomeslater。
  BisesawasanendlessdelighttoTrejagoShewasasignorantasabird;andherdistortedversionsoftherumorsfromtheoutsideworldthathadreachedherinherroom,amusedTrejagoalmostasmuchasherlispingattemptstopronouncehisname——“Christopher。”
  Thefirstsyllablewasalwaysmorethanshecouldmanage,andshemadefunnylittlegestureswithherrose-leafhands,asonethrowingthenameaway,andthen,kneelingbeforeTrejago,askedhim,exactlyasanEnglishwomanwoulddo,ifheweresurehelovedher。
  Trejagosworethathelovedhermorethananyoneelseintheworld。
  Whichwastrue。
  Afteramonthofthisfolly,theexigenciesofhisotherlifecompelledTrejagotobeespeciallyattentivetoaladyofhisacquaintanceYoumaytakeitforafactthatanythingofthiskindisnotonlynoticedanddiscussedbyaman’sownrace,butbysomehundredandfiftynativesaswellTrejagohadtowalkwiththisladyandtalktoherattheBand-stand,andonceortwicetodrivewithher;neverforaninstantdreamingthatthiswouldaffecthisdearerout-of-the-waylifeButthenewsflew,intheusualmysteriousfashion,frommouthtomouth,tillBisesa’sduennaheardofitandtoldBisesaThechildwassotroubledthatshedidthehouseholdworkevilly,andwasbeatenbyDurgaCharan’swifeinconsequence。
  Aweeklater,BisesataxedTrejagowiththeflirtationSheunderstoodnogradationsandspokeopenlyTrejagolaughedandBisesastampedherlittlefeet——littlefeet,lightasmarigoldflowers,thatcouldlieinthepalmofaman’sonehand。
  Muchthatiswrittenabout“Orientalpassionandimpulsiveness“isexaggeratedandcompiledatsecond-hand,butalittleofitistrue;
  andwhenanEnglishmanfindsthatlittle,itisquiteasstartlingasanypassioninhisownproperlifeBisesaragedandstormed,andfinallythreatenedtokillherselfifTrejagodidnotatoncedropthealienMemsahibwhohadcomebetweenthemTrejagotriedtoexplain,andtoshowherthatshedidnotunderstandthesethingsfromaWesternstandpointBisesadrewherselfup,andsaidsimply:
  “IdonotIknowonlythis——itisnotgoodthatIshouldhavemadeyoudearerthanmyownhearttome,SahibYouareanEnglishman。
  Iamonlyablackgirl“——shewasfairerthanbar-goldintheMint——
  “andthewidowofablackman。”
  Thenshesobbedandsaid:“ButonmysoulandmyMother’ssoul,I
  loveyouThereshallnoharmcometoyou,whateverhappenstome。”
  Trejagoarguedwiththechild,andtriedtosootheher,butsheseemedquiteunreasonablydisturbedNothingwouldsatisfyhersavethatallrelationsbetweenthemshouldendHewastogoawayatonceAndhewentAshedroppedoutatthewindow,shekissedhisforeheadtwice,andhewalkedawaywondering。
  Aweek,andthenthreeweeks,passedwithoutasignfromBisesa。
  Trejago,thinkingthattherupturehadlastedquitelongenough,wentdowntoAmirNath’sGullyforthefifthtimeinthethreeweeks,hopingthathisrapatthesilloftheshiftinggratingwouldbeansweredHewasnotdisappointed。
  Therewasayoungmoon,andonestreamoflightfelldownintoAmirNath’sGully,andstruckthegrating,whichwasdrawnawayasheknockedFromtheblackdark,BisesaheldoutherarmsintothemoonlightBothhandshadbeencutoffatthewrists,andthestumpswerenearlyhealed。
  Then,asBisesabowedherheadbetweenherarmsandsobbed,someoneintheroomgruntedlikeawildbeast,andsomethingsharp——knife,swordorspear——thrustatTrejagoinhisboorkaThestrokemissedhisbody,butcutintooneofthemusclesofthegroin,andhelimpedslightlyfromthewoundfortherestofhisdays。
  ThegratingwentintoitsplaceTherewasnosignwhateverfrominsidethehouse——nothingbutthemoonlightstriponthehighwall,andtheblacknessofAmirNath’sGullybehind。
  ThenextthingTrejagoremembers,afterragingandshoutinglikeamadmanbetweenthosepitilesswalls,isthathefoundhimselfneartheriverasthedawnwasbreaking,threwawayhisboorkaandwenthomebareheaded。
  Whatthetragedywas——whetherBisesahad,inafitofcauselessdespair,toldeverything,ortheintriguehadbeendiscoveredandshetorturedtotell,whetherDurgaCharanknewhisname,andwhatbecameofBisesa——TrejagodoesnotknowtothisdaySomethinghorriblehadhappened,andthethoughtofwhatitmusthavebeencomesuponTrejagointhenightnowandagain,andkeepshimcompanytillthemorningOnespecialfeatureofthecaseisthathedoesnotknowwhereliesthefrontofDurgaCharan’shouseItmayopenontoacourtyardcommontotwoormorehouses,oritmayliebehindanyoneofthegatesofJithaMegji’sbusteeTrejagocannottell。
  HecannotgetBisesa——poorlittleBisesa——backagainHehaslostherintheCity,whereeachman’shouseisasguardedandasunknowableasthegrave;andthegratingthatopensintoAmirNath’sGullyhasbeenwalledup。
  ButTrejagopayshiscallsregularly,andisreckonedaverydecentsortofman。
  Thereisnothingpeculiarabouthim,exceptaslightstiffness,causedbyariding-strain,intherightleg。