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。